Break ups are hard to do

...especially over the phone.

It's not that I would do something like that. She called me. And, get this this, she told me that I was hiding something.. that I wasn't being forthright and that I was ashamed of her.

Well, maybe.. at least one of those is true. I was hiding something, but it didn't concern her.

I can't help that she had issues, that she had an esteem issue. But, this isn't all my doing. I don't know how it took her this long to figure out that I wasn't about to commit. Nonetheless, she did.

She can now pine/mourn/think about her dead fiance, Kevin. And I can move on..

I don't know if she realized it or not, but both she and I were rebounds anyway.

On the flipside.. as I write this, a small group of Disney Castmember homos are talking about guys they've dated or worked with.. Puhleeze.. I don't need to over-hear about the fuckers you've dated.. Small fish in a big pond.. thinking they're the shit or something.. Retards.