Are you kidding?????

As in, this post falls under that "are you freaking serious" category. So the Rebel rang me this morning, and was very weird when I was talking to him (almost hungovery or sad or some undefinable oddness was in his voice). I had to go, and he rang back to ask me to dinner tonight. I declined, saying I had plans. He said "well, I'd like to take you to dinner to talk to you about stuff". Already having a sinking feeling in my stomach, I said "what stuff?" "Oh, just things, like my life plan...and if I did everything in my head would there be a chance you'd take me back? Like..if I saved up all my money and bought a place of my own?" Being a quick deflector, I said "It was never about the money, Rebel"...and we yammered on from there until I had to actually go and do some work.

You know, normal people leave you alone when you say "I don't love you". Normal people don't call you up months later and say "you're the only woman I've ever loved". Well, sweetheart, it is far too little and far too damn late. You had me for two years, and you squandered it. I am not an Irish Mammy - you are not the apple of my eye, and I do not have any reason to put up with the crap that comes from being an Irishman of a certain age. Imagine! Someone whom I think gained a sadistic enjoyment out of making me cry in public!

*Eliza shuts door and firmly locks it*

At any rate, I had a wonderful if late evening last night. There have been no doggie disasters (knock on wood) so far this week. My income tax check - received and spent. Take that, you evil credit cards! My new microwave came last night and joy of joys it was the actual microwave that died and not the wiring going awry.