So Friday I had a "good talk" with Rhianon. It's always so nice when you find out someone else had parents as screwed up as yours. There is nothing that builds a friendship faster... For once it was nice that I wasn't the one crying. I just got to listen to her. I'm glad I could be that ear and I'm even more glad that I had such good advice and didn't give it. Five points to me for knowing when to shut up.
After that started my bitch-fest of a weekend with Z. We fought every ten minutes all the way up to Sunday night, which spawned one of those fights that had to do with nothing that had happened that weekend but the weekend caused the fight... You know what I mean? Followed by crying. Followed by making up. Followed by making up cuddling. Followed by make up sex.
Ah, love. What a waste of energy.
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Yes...It is a waste of energy...especially when one argument just blends in with another and you don't know where one starts and the other begins...I've had a few of those weekends...especially here lately...gah
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