This day pretty much sucked rocks.

Mike wigged out all week. I mean, his version of “wigging out” includes not answering my phone calls, not responding to e-mails, staying “appear offline” on IM, and basically being incommunicado.

Today it just was the pits. I spent the entire week dancing on eggshells around him, trying to respect his boundaries and try to be “understanding,” since I was the one to break up with him on Saturday.

*sigh*

The news that he was going to spend the night with “the boys” instead of me was enormously disappointing. He has two weekends a month without Thomas, and I guess I look forward to them too much. He has a right to his own life - outside of me.

Right?

Unfortunately, I was in no mood to be generous and understanding. So, we spent an hour on the phone tonight, with me nitpicking him until he finally admitted (finally!) that what happened last Saturday hurt him. I mean, I’d spent a week listening to him respond with, “Don’t worry about it, forget it, it’s past” when I would apologize. I knew that was a crock.

So, he was off to his friend’s house, and I was stuck on my own. You’d think that after 50,000 Friday nights alone I’d remember what to do with myself. I reverted back to that old standard - dinner at Applebee’s and a trip to Borders.

‘Twas a bit hollow.

We’ll see what tomorrow brings.

*sigh*,

michelle