Said the Gramophone

I heard what you said when I walked away today. Do you think I'm deaf? I bet you think you're pretty funny in front of your friends, but you're different when we're alone. Or at least you were different. But maybe you're just an asshole, I don't know. I still know your combination, and my brother never liked you in the first place. I'd watch your back if I was you, and don't try to apologise on my myspace again. That's really wussy. I used to think you were sensitive, but now I just think you're wussy. Maybe your friends would like to know how you ask God to help you talk to girls.

I got your note. Needless to say, I'm upset, but I think I understand what's going on. This is just one of your bouts of selfishness that bleeds and practically ejaculates onto the other people in your life. What am I supposed to tell F and T? That their dad is more of a child than they are? I think it'll be a while before they actually get that. Well, you can go be stupid somewhere for a while, but in the meantime, I'm embroiled, I'm entangled, in the life we had set up for ourselves. So...I guess I'll be here when you get back.