last saturday, me and mike had a fight. it was awful. that was the first time i cried within the past year and a half. but we “kind of” settled in our differences since he said afterwards that “he found the person he would want to live with.” i hate to analyze simple words of men (except for chico’s) cause they usuall are unsubstantial. it is what it but i cannot help but to think if he was just saying that so i can calm down.
Last night i had this feeling again that he does not want to be with me. i’ll spare everybody the details but it creeped up in mind until i was bursting with anger. he came to bed and told me what i wanted to hear, as if he read my thoughts…that was scary. he played the part of what i wanted him to do without me telling him.