A repost of a web-diary that predated the term blog - as previous hosting is disappearing it can now go here.
24 October 1998 - 29 July 1999 originally published on geocties.
August 1999 - 2012 originally published on ihug.
Disclaimer
Though a "Diary" my online diary is a work of FICTION.It may at times strongly reflect actual events of my life, often how I honestly perceived them and display my genuine reactions. But not always and everything contained within should be treated as a fiction.
This is also a personal diary, so by reading it you are violating my privacy. And as it is a personal diary you are not allowed to hold anything you read in it against me, as you shouldn't have been reading it anyway.
Also, this diary is not to be read by anyone who has gone out with me, would like to go out with me in the future, or suspects I may like to go out with them.
Thursday, 19 December 2019
Oxytocin is a bitch
And I should not have hugged Shitlord good night. It was an awkward turned mostly out of the way hug that was almost closer to a shoulder barge, but the moment we were in contact I just melted.
Three months of not interacting in person, I wasn't expecting the feelings to still be at full strength - which is stupid as we had a relationship of regular months long gaps.
He really was bad to go out with.
It was all just so awkward.
That he is still sticking with his "I never meant to hurt you, I kept things going to avoid hurting you, even though that really just made it all much, much worse" argument doesn't help.
I am not sure if he is lacking in self awareness or just hoping that he can appeal to my overly trusting nature enough to play me again.
When I challenged it by saying it seemed a lot like he was just keeping me around in case the other guy didn't work out (something I had asked a couple of times if that was a thing long before I actually knew there actually were other guys) he went silent and avoided eye contact. So yeah, that was a part of it, and he knew it was wrong. Wrong enough he didn't even attempt his usually dismissive defensiveness.
Why do I have so many positive feelings for someone who is such a dick.
Mostly today I am just angry at myself for my feelings. And angry at how much I enjoy his company still.
I would really like him as a friend, but after the shit he has done I am not sure if that is something I can ever really do.
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