Ulcer

Last night, I was so angry when I went to bed that I didn't sleep. Not really, anyways. So at about 4 am, when Eric got home, I was wide awake and literally shaking.

I decided to tell him what was on my mind. I told him that in no way would I be allowing myself to start this whole cycle again, and in no way would I allow him to treat me like shit again. I told him that in order to rebuild this relationship, he's going to have to make some sacrifices.

He agreed. He told me that when he's ready, he's going to ask me out on a date, and from there we can try to work on stuff.

Part of me is getting over it. Part of me is just like "well, fuck you too, I don't care either". And the other part of me is giving me an ulcer. I just wish I could tell with some certainty what the future held.

Oh, by the way, my apartment still smells like old people. In case you were interested. Haha.