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Tuesday, 17 September 2019

I probably just got totally played...

The Semi-Imaginary one messaged four hours after the vague "today" and "your house" to add "later afternoon".
Two hours later, in what was clearly evening not afternoon. he arrived.

It started very awkward, my plans to let him explain and wait until after evaporate when he just stared blankly and sighed a bit.  I went off, a bunch.

It got complicated.  He really wants to be friends, I had come into it thinking I was getting some clarity before a clean break.  He brought up how maybe in the distant future we could give things another go, and then later was adamant that I had brought it up.  I am not sold on that part, I don't think I am that forgiving.  But I think I have been won over to try friendship - though he has a lot of work to do to get that friendship.  He has a lot of douchebaggery to make up for.

He came clean on a bunch of things (though not all, and he was open about that).  Explained that, as I thought, both flings with the other guy were while he was dating me.  The first had involved international travel that was hidden from me.  So that was an extra level to the sting that I hadn't known about.  Also, as I thought, I had not been intended to find out it had happened as he'd not yet decided if he wanted to end things with me.  Which is douchey, but less douchey than wanting me to find out the way I did.  The other guy apparently knew about me and posted the pictures partially because of it, also the message sent to me on the Semi-Imaginary One's birthday was a direct attempt to cause trouble. 

So yay, someone pretty awful was chosen over me.  At least I am still wanted as someone to settle for once the Semi-Imaginary One's looks have faded....

There is no denying that the Semi-Imaginary One is a arsehole.  But at least he acknowledges that.

While end results were confusing and odd, I realised that some point while we were talking I had stopped feeling nauseated and chest-pain-y.

I do worry that he too perfectly said and did the things to make me want to forgive him.
He has played me so much before, but never this well.  I don't think he can lie this well as, if he could, he has no excuse for how poorly he lied at other times over the years.

I find myself believing most of what he said.  And so I shall be some amount of friends with him, for a while.  And see how well he lives up to his words.

All up he was here about 2 hours.  And he even acted like a human when I got overly emotional.



Then I ordered and ate a pizza (Hell pizza non-dairy saviour, about as healthy as a pizza gets).  It was amazing to be able to eat again.

Time I should go see if I can now sleep.

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