Bubba text me yesterday to say he had a date. I'm really excited for him. I'm glad he's moving on, even if he still does love that asshole. He actually surprised me last weekend by coming to town. We did a lot of angry break up car karaoke. It was nice. I really hope things go smoothly for him for awhile. He takes things too seriously sometimes. Hopefully he'll date around or at least not get serious about anyone anytime soon.
On the home front, I almost moved out last week. I found a woman's shirt in my laundry that wasn't mine. Before I said anything to the boy, I asked all my female friends who had been over since I'd done laundry last if they had left a shirt in my room. All denied it being theirs. So I confronted the boy. He'd been acting moody since I came home from Mom's (weekend of the Fourth) and getting mad at me about stupid little things: me asking for a soda, Tank following the roommate out the open front door, etc. It all was my fault for some reason.
We ended up having this big thing about it. The next day, a coworker came over and said it was her's when she saw it. I was not happy. I'm no longer a jealous person, but that shirt caused me too much heartache and time than it was worth. Sometimes I wonder if things like this have started happening as a way of something telling me we aren't meant to be together. I don't want to think about a life without the boy, he's the love of my life. Hopefully this is just a rough patch for us and things get better. If not, life will go on even if I don't want it to....
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