Cuddling and Crying

Everett did make it over on Friday, but he couldn’t commit to spending the night because he and Jasmine are planning a road trip to California at the beginning of the week. I kind of expected him not to stay the night, but that didn’t lessen my disappointment.

Instead we went to Noodles & Co. for dinner, watched House, and took shots of Ice 101 until we were cuddling on the bed and sob stories of why I can’t use the L word spewed from my face. It felt good.

Then I puked and Everett make me lay on the couch while he cleaned up as best he could. The next thing I knew I woke up and it was four in the morning, it was dark, and he was gone. I cried some more.

I saw Aubrey today for the first time in a long while. Still not sure if she’s pregnant as three tests have come up negative. Not that it matters to me, the damage is already done.

Something has changed and I don’t like it. It’s left me even more depressed and disconsolate.