I'm going out this weekend for the first time since the downfall. I'm going to start calling it that, bc it seems fitting.</p>
I'm hoping it's the first step to moving past this. Friday I'm going out with my friend Zerina to some dive bars on south grand, and on Saturday I'm going to the beggars carnivale. I've never been, soo I'm pretty excited.
On Saturday, David showed up at my house, wasted. He proceeded to ask me if we could have sex, and when I said no, he laid down on my couch.
I told him that he could sleep there or go home, but I was going to bed. When I woke up, I didn't even want to get up, bc I didn't know if he was still here or not. I definitely didn't feel like dealing with him, but of course, he still was.
I had to wash my uniform before work, so I just got up, ignored him, and started getting my Shit together. I had to walk through the living room to get to the basement, and when he saw me, he asked me again if we could have sex when I got back. At this point, I totally lost my Shit and told him that I was going to punch him if he asked me again.
I understand that he's heart broken, and acting out because of it, but so am I. I can barely function half the time. I have my own problems. I don't have the time or the energy to deal with his. I haven't talked to him since, and doubt that I'm going to.