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It could be Word War Three at my apartment tonight. Details to come tomorrow afternoon since my only internet connection is at work.

REDUX (Tuesday. 10.17.06 12:50 pm):
So, as it turns out, my boyfriend, Adam, has been acting like a total jerk since moving to Lexington. I thought that was kinda convenient that it started happening then. In a nutshell: Adam and I used to live in Winchester, he lived there his whole life. His family hates me, and his friends hate me because I'm not born and bred in small-town, Funchester, KY. They're simple-minded, cruel-hearted, judgemental people. We moved to Lexington to get away from their drama and to be closer to our jobs. He'd been talking down to me, and going to Winchester about three times a week to see his old friends and whatnot--and that's fine with me, which is quite nice considering how they'd treated me in the past. Most girlfriends would be like, "Oh, hell nah. You even associate with them anymore: we're over." I'm not that girl, if they aren't around me, I don't have a problem with them. But he had this attitude like he blamed me for them not being around anymore. Lexington and Winchester are sixteen miles apart; if they gave two shits about him: they'd visit him. But his friends don't. They despise him because he actually has someone that loves him and keeps him from playing Final Fantasy 11 and World of Warcraft for 12 hours a day. Get over it. So I confronted him about it last night, and we talked. Then he was pissed because word slipped that Lyndee (my best friend) had been talking about him to me and that what she was saying about him wasn't good. In fact, most were along the lines of, "He acts like he's too good for you, and he's far from it. You're way too good for him, and he needs to appreciate what you offer and stop walking all over you." Pretty much the jist. Jisty is quite hissy, eh?

So I told Adam, "If you miss your old life in Winchester and your friends and your family you can pack up your stuff and go if you'd like. I won't hold it against you. I can afford this apartment on my own pay, and I don't want to live with someone if I'm making them miserable and they're making me feel so guilty for doing so every chance they get."

Turns out he was just upset that Lyndee is in almost every argument. It wasn't quite like WWIII, but it hit kinda like Desert Storm... after we talked, Lyndee dropped by and they both had it out. Even my writing ability and the awesomeness of my story telling skills can't even begin to explain to you what went on... but... it wasn't pretty--and I didn't say a word throughout the whole fight between them both. I saw no need to, and I really was quite missing a tongue.

Moral: don't let your boyfriend and your best friend know eachothers dirty little secrets... it does not end well.

Categories: truth [t]

If WWIII starts your apartment, I recommend you not return tonight. You may be charged for war crimes and despised by many if WWIII results in an increase oil prices.
» dave on 2006-10-17 04:38:49

WWIII? *sigh* so many of those going around these days. Hope you came to a peace treaty without too many casualties.
» Helena on 2006-10-17 09:20:04

ouch
so I see it was updated!

I'll keep that moral in mind.
» Helena on 2006-10-18 04:05:47

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