I'm not your bitch, don't hang your shit on me.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Packing up and leaving

Not too long ago, I received a text message from my friend, A. In it, he talked about how he finally moved out of his old place he was sharing with his ex. To paraphrase him, he prayed the insanity would be over. It was a hard day for him, but luckily it was now in the past.

Personally, I don't know why he didn't move out sooner. If not for the sake of the furniture, but also for his well being. Closure is something we all need and he was lacking in it.

Granted, I see things from a different perspective. I like to cut things off and cauterize the wound. Most times, it works for me, but there is one individual who doesn't get the hint and stalks/harasses both me and my friends. That's what you get when had a relationship with a sociopath.

Anyway, I wish him well. I wish him happiness. And, I wish him the ability to find another place downtown so he can finally re-acclimatize himself with the living city and get out there and enjoy life, again.