A Snowstorm of Drama

Since the roads were still not that great in the neighborhoods, I only worked for an hour. I only delivered 2 orders. I was so paranoid that I would get stuck that I got a slushy at the gas station near my residence and went home. During my shift, a good friend of mine said some questionable things about my ex. I knew her relationship with him was iffy and she has a bit of an opinion of him so I told him about it. If someone says something sketchy about one of my friends, I tell the friend that the person is talking about and discuss it because I'm not gonna just sit there and believe everything that I'm told. Well my ex got extremely pissed (not at me) and started verbally shitting on himself. He had to go to sleep for his first graveyard shift so he said he would talk to me later. I honestly wish he would stop calling himself a horrible person because he's really not. He did what was best for both of us and he does actually still really care about me. What I'm sick and tired of is people trying to find someone to fault. NOT ALL BREAK UPS END BADLY AND NOT ALL BREAK UPS ARE FOR A NEGATIVE REASON. That said, I wish people would stop looking for a bad guy in the situation because there is none. I do gotta say that I am so thankful for the people who check up on me every now and then I really do appreciate it.

Until later or tomorrow,

Lee Wilke