So long, friend.

I'm over it. No, not my chlamydia.* I am very giving of myself to others and I feel I am this way to a fault. As a result, I open myself up to being walked over. (I also open myself up to big cocks, but that's another post for another day.) There should be a point at which you say enough is enough, but my heart is very forgiving. I think I've reached the breaking point, however. I've given all of myself, to one relationship in particular, and have gotten little in return. It's not to say that Cory (there, I said it) has not been there for me in certain times of need, like when I wanted a burrito, but he has not been the man I thought he should be. Lately, I've kept my "relationship" with him for selfish reasons; as much as I would hate to admit it, he has probably kept me for selfish reasons, as well. (And it's not just because I am really great in the sack.) I am not going to make a big deal out of it tonight or tomorrow when he leaves. I'm not even going to talk about it - there's nothing to say that hasn't already been communicated on some level. It will not be like the time I threw a drink in the face of my soon-to-be ex. (His drink - why would I waste my perfectly good liquor on a man.... unless, of course, I am plotting to slip him a roofie... after all, that's how I landed Cory.) Anyway, I've been struggling with this for some time and saying goodbye to him will most assuredly mean a lot to me. Not as much as saying goodbye to the McRib every year, but you get the idea.



*strange but true: My friend's dad is the national expert on chlamydia.