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Do emotional hangovers count?
Thursday night went out to dinner with an ex who was going through a blowout of a break up with the guy she left me for a year ago. We hadn't done anythiong like this in a long while, and we were just sort of re-establishing a friendship.
Afterward, hit the local pub. She was keeping up with me, but I was drunk and I have at least 50 pounds on the girl. I tried to give her a ride home to her mom's, where she was staying, but short of physically forcing her, it wasn't working. I looked over my shoulder as I left and saw her standing at the bar.
Long story short: I got a series of drunk and hysterical phone calls in the middle of the night, and peiced together that she had gone home to her boyfriend. He wound up beating her. She pulled a kitchen knife. He called the cops. She called her mom who apparently got her first and got her out of there. Her hand was swollen from fighting back. In the morning, before her mom got her hospitalized, she called me suicidal and blaming me for letting her drive home.
Friday night, I wound up talking to another ex over the phone. She and I were in the last gasps of a post-relationship fling. I'd been hoping for more. We love eachother, but it's going nowhere and we know it. We finally faced that and decided not to see eachother anymore.
By the end, we were like teenagers. We kept saying we loved eachother, and neither wanted to be the one to say goodbye. We knew it would maybe be the last time.
After we hung up, I cried a little and fell asleep in my clothes.
Now, this morning, I'm on the quiet Saturday shift. There's only a few people in the office. There's nothing much to do. It's sort of a Red-Headed League sort of job on Saturdays. To pass the time, I just surf.
My head throbs and my stomach churns from the memory of the last two days.
[ 23-03-2002: Message edited by: El Gato ] |
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