I went out to dinner with my ex from about eight months ago last night, positive before I met up with him he'd try to dismember me or something. He still reads my regular peas and carrots boring every day journal and sporadically emails me about things I post in it every time I start to relax and think he's finally forgotten me. I decided I'd have to talk to him in a public place to get him to finally leave me the fuck alone.
It actually turned out ok though. He's stopped drinking and was all about saying he'd made mistakes. And of course I'd made mistakes. Blah blah blah. He did most of the talking, but he was much less psychotic in person than he'd ever been over the phone or in his bizarre emails.
I guess part of the problem was that I just never really got his sense of humor or thought it was particularly funny.
I explained I have a tendency to lose myself in relationships and am much more sensitive about a boyfriend making the sort of comments I could take with a grain of salt from a friend. We came to an understanding. I bummed a cigarette off of him. (Even though I'm not a smoker.) We even hugged.
I'm no longer convinced he'll dismember me, but I did keep an eye on the headlights of the cars behind me on the off chance he might try to follow me home. Which he didn't.
12:31 p.m. - 2007-01-05
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