her: it was 11 months.
her: it will be over tomorrow.
me: let's not do this again.
her: no, it was unhealthy
her: ( puke emoji )
you learn a lot in 11 months.
more than you're able to admit to yourself.
and even though half of me can't wait for tomorrow,...
half of me,...
the neurotic sociopath that sadly has my back,...
that half is sitting quietly in his corner, biting the nails on his right hand, his betting stub in his left hand, waiting to be proven right.
He won't be. I'll see to that. Because 11 months has given me enough of his shit to know how to deal with him.
I write this now as a reminder,... dude has issues, don't trust him.