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Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Sweet anonymity

I've been reading T's travel blog again. I got upset. It's just so very intimate! I mean, this is intimate, but he'll never see it. I could never just shout out all my inner most feelings to the world. Especially in situations as delicate as this. I read the part that discussed my visit.

"This was very difficult because of the complete uncertainty of what our relationship is." Sure it's a valid statement. It's just that my dad checks that website, and he's checking it to see pictures of Big Ben, not to hear about how T and his daughter are continuing to fuck though they could hardly be called dating. Whee!

T has always been this way. He just doesn't really understand the purpose of privacy (unless it has to do with computer hacking). Last Christmas, he went ahead and sent out a form letter Christmas card to our whole joint Christmas card list that mentioned our 'decision to break-up.' He just didn't seem to see that everyone who needed to know knew and anyone on that list that didn't know, was certainly not close enough to tell!

It came across, like a glaring, 'hey, I'm single' Christmas card.

Maybe I just want to get back together with him to prevent him from doing something that stupid ever again. Noble, huh?


  • Awwww, come on yb....He's a MAN. He's going to continue to do stupid things whether you're with him or not.

    By Blogger NewYorkMoments, at 4:02 PM  

  • You are just built of wisdom, NYM--sure you don't want to have babies with me? ;-)

    By Blogger yb, at 9:00 PM  

  • Jesus Christ...First my mother & my aunt are driving me nuts to have you too! I'm going to crack under the pressure & end up in the looney bin! (Well, OK, I may end up there anyway...)

    My mother actually got so desperate for grandchildren a few months ago that she called me up & told me to adopt a baby because, "You dont' need a man to have a child." Ummm...I told her she needed to be medicated.

    By Blogger NewYorkMoments, at 2:53 AM  

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