No one reads this. But it's good for me to write once in awhile, I guess.
It's been a horrible month. It began with an incredibly horrible experience in Florida last month and life continues to suck. I have seen him maybe three times and not for longer than 45 minutes at a time. We're friends - I have no idea how we got here - but we're friends. We don't act like partners, we don't talk like partners - just friends. And it absolutely infuriates me that we can't talk about it. Does he assume everything is fine? Or is the obvious really the truth? I mean, sometimes what appears to be obvious is opposite of truth. So that just adds to my frustration.
Looking for a new place to live and going to try out the room mate situation. Honestly not sure if it will work but we'll find out. We're friends and I really hope living together for awhile does not destroy that. I couldn't hand another failed relationship.