Pandora's Casket

As the saying goes "All good things come to an end". It is very true.

The other day I decided to end the intimate relationship with Michael. I could no longer see being in a relationship that is going nowhere at all. After being in Indiana for two years, waiting for him to move here, I woke up and saw something that was disturbing.

I saw that I sure didn't want this man a part of my daily life as he is to high maintenance. He has not wanted to share my life but only wanted to be the center of attention in it. I just do not have the energy. Not to mention patience. With his latest paranoid, delusional sickness (yep he looked it up and had all the symptoms and was happy he was mentally ill) I really did not think that I could deal with it every day. I mean how many times can you be told that you are out to get him? Being disloyal? Evil?

I wrote him and plainly explained that the intimate relationship is over, friendship would be preferred as we are and have been friends for years. I mean what am I loosing? A nightly phone call? Oh my such a shame that is. I am tired of his tantrums and acting like he is more of a woman than I am. Are there really any real men out there my age or have they all died? haha

I am sad but not enough to cry or carry on as such has been in the past. Since it was a logical decision, one in which I believe is the right one, how can there be crying?

His response was such that the blame was all me. Yet again. He has been a terrific guy. Yea, right. Blah, blah and blah.

He couldn't say these things to my face (or on the phone) only in an email. God, how cowardly is that? I tried to call him the other night and end it but like a child he wouldn't answer his phone. Damn grow up!

I actually feel pretty good. Like this heavy burden has been lifted off my shoulders. Rather nice for a change.

If we can't be friends then so be it. Friends are lost and friends are found.