suckage

So, I'm drunk...again?? Still? Man, I wish. Is it maybe a problem? When you wish you could be hip-deep in a bottle of wine/ book/ nap all the time??

See, here's the deal. I broke up with Max. He is an absolutely fabulous guy - sweet, considerate and, despite the stereotype, totally OK with commitment.*

The problem? Well.....me. Not entirely, if we're going to be honest - there are always things about the other person that, when magnified under the lens of discomfort and pressure, seem huge and insurmountable. But the fact is Max and I talked about a lot of Future and Forever and this and that and...I tried. I tried to jump, but the fact is, I am just not ready to take that kind of leap. I'm sorry.

What sucks about this is that in the process of not being ready, I have to hurt someone as incredbly sweet as Max.

Relationships, bah!!

I'm currently dipping into the wine that I bought for $6.99 yesterday at 7-11 ($6.99!!! 7-11!!), because I've already polished off the bottle of good stuff that I bought earlier - minus about 1/4 cup for the kid's tomato sauce.

So yeah - I'm typin' one-eyed and I'm, I dunno...upset? I dunno.

I think I just might be like Jennie Smash, and declare a booty ban.

Actually...that sounds really good right now. Men beware!! Bitter divorcee on board!!!

*Despite his stereotype-fighting, this is actaually The Thing that led to the end. He's ready to go and I'm just...not.


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