Dear Joe,

You cut it off with me yesterday... then realized you made a mistake.

I CRIED when you told me you weren't going to hang out with me anymore. Because you wouldn't tell me why.

Turns out you thought you were going to get back with your ex, your son's mom. She shot you down. So... you come crawling back to me, asking me to go to dinner with you, asking if you can come over...

How much emotional strain can you put on me in a couple months? First it was that you were becoming suicidal again... and I couldn't deal with it because I didn't know how to help you, so I ended up bawling and almost getting in a car accident because I decided to go driving at 5 in the morning to cry and clear my head.

Now this? Ditch me, make me cry, and expect me to be here waiting with open arms?

Give it time, maybe.

I'm hurt.


Ugh,
Megan