So I don’t have a whole lot to report. The Dude and I are broken up, though apparently we are texting (which some people in my life object to). For my money? I don’t hate him and I’m ok texting him. Do I think we should talk? No. Do I think we should see each other in person? No. I do have some limits. And I really resent friends who try to impose their limits, which aren’t mine, on me. In other words, things are grand with me and The Dude (in spite of the fact that we appear to be over), and things are far less than grand with me and at least one of my friends. Note to readers: don’t cast stones when you live in glass houses. Further: don’t be a smug, self-satisfied bitch when you have been making poor choices for at least six months, if not your whole life, while I have refrained from calling you out on those choices.
Will The Dude and I end up together? Likely not. But I choose him over the smug, self-satisfied bitch friend any day. Because at least he has my best interests at heart.