Lord, I am wore out. It's going on 2am, I've been moving since I hit the floor this morning. I still have to straighten things out in my room, but I have all the big stuff in there. Finally got it all painted thank GOD...
Well I still haven't heard from Wayne. I hope that he's having a grand ol' time up there. Me and a friend of mine were talking, and it wouldn't surprise me if he's up there with someone else. For all I know he had someone over or met someone out while I was in the hospital. I just thought that it was kinda strange for him not to answer his cell phone each nite I was in the hospital. Anybody that knows him, knows how precious that cell phone is to him.
Anyway.. I got all my shit moved out. I think about the house and how much work we put into it and look at how quickly it is being taken away from me. Along with my dog. "Baby, I'm doing this for you". That's what I was told the whole time he was looking for a Great Dane, the dog that I have always wanted.
I'm sure I sound all bitter and everything. But I am hurt and upset. I mean someone fed me bullshit for 5 1/2 months and then just threw me to the curve. It's gonna be along time before I date anybody else again. Faggot bullshit. lol
I have to take my meds and then I'm going to bed. Maybe I can finally sleep a little late tomorrow since I have my bed now.