Any woman who throws the curve, yet again, after each and every critical juncture I go through with them puts up a giant, red, red flag of all red flags for all the world to see, and that includes me. A couple of posts ago I vowed to refrain from retaliating or otherwise lashing out at someone I've come to care for a great deal. I have not wavered at all on that commitment.
In August of 1988, I took yet another curve ball from Sara in the form of her friend demonstrably coughing in the painting studio at UT one night a full two months after I last laid eyes on Sara. I didn't even know Sara's name at the time, but by the time Eva stood there, just me and her in the studio, and coughed as if to cue me to action somehow, well, I decided that was enough of Sara's shit.
Eva had Sara's tacit approval to treat me that way. I cut Sara loose. I DID NOT retaliate, okay. I just said, "Enough," and cut her loose. Sara has no cause to complain about how I treated her to this day, because it was my prerogative whether I wanted to have anything to do with her in the first place. Just as it's my prerogative now, and I don't want to have anything to do with the person in question any more.
In August of 1988, I took yet another curve ball from Sara in the form of her friend demonstrably coughing in the painting studio at UT one night a full two months after I last laid eyes on Sara. I didn't even know Sara's name at the time, but by the time Eva stood there, just me and her in the studio, and coughed as if to cue me to action somehow, well, I decided that was enough of Sara's shit.
Eva had Sara's tacit approval to treat me that way. I cut Sara loose. I DID NOT retaliate, okay. I just said, "Enough," and cut her loose. Sara has no cause to complain about how I treated her to this day, because it was my prerogative whether I wanted to have anything to do with her in the first place. Just as it's my prerogative now, and I don't want to have anything to do with the person in question any more.
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