What a good weekend! After the drama of Friday afternoon subsided, I hung out with an old friend. Incidentally, I ran into the high school girlfriend on the way into the bar. She was with some chach-looking guy and completely ignored me. I was so heartbroken.

Anyway, it was a fun night. Bourbon flowed and, well, things got a tad out of hand afterward. We’re getting together again Friday.

Saturday was the best day I’ve had in a while now. It was well-deserved after the events of the last couple weeks. Homecoming was great, we drank some beers and met up with old friends. Drew’s faux pas was actually kind of funny, but he was sympathetic once I corrected him that “No, actually, EB won’t be moving home in December.” We got a chance to go to the Sidetrack too, where we met up with Blondie and Porter. As always, it was fun times. Moreso for Josh, I’m sure, but I had fun as well.

The show that night at Alvin’s was the best. My voice is still hoarse from screaming PT’s Revenge songs. We had a huge turnout and made a lot of money for the Muscular Dystrophy Association. I took some great pictures of PT’s Revenge and A Darker Broadcast. I’ll have them up tomorrow. On top of that, the intern came out. It was really fun to hang out with her outside of work. I swear, though, everyone I have ever known was there. People I haven’t seen in years. From my friend’s ex-girlfriends to my friends from high school and everyone in between. It was insane. It was like I was 16 and at Pharoh’s all over again. It was fun for the night, but damn, I don’t necessarily know that I want to go back to that.

I suppose I should clarify what I said yesterday. What I meant to say was that the venom coming from EB in the forms of her emails was, the more I think about it, not as atypical as I’d like to remember. A lot of times when she got angry with me, her words and behaviors seemed to be fueled by hate. She would say some of the most cruel things you could ever say to someone, and it always hurt to the core. I know that, in some ways, I deserved it. I wasn’t the nicest guy early on, but I tried very hard these last two years to do right by her. Unfortunately, it appears as if the hate had built up so much that the damage was unfixable.

The point is, she said some things that were like a huge f-you to me. The words in her messages Friday were so filled with vitriol that I was completely taken aback. I had thought, first of all, that I had been more than fair and kind to her, considering the circumstances. What she did was not the kindest thing, but I was supportive nonetheless and, as always, did what I thought she needed me to do in that situation. Secondly, I’ve spent the last two weeks defending her to everyone who has said bad things about her. Thirdly, she told me that our time together wasn’t time wasted, that she’d always care about me, that I was a good guy, etc.

That was the initial word from her when we broke up. It helped me, in some small measure, to walk away from this feeling a little better. That all went away Friday. I don’t understand what I did, in this situation, to be treated that way. I don’t understand what I did to have her emailing me demanding I remove pictures and references to her. If she was so intent on moving on with her life, why is she, or as she says, members of her family, spending time here. I am the victim in this situation, and I refuse to allow her to make me feel bad for one second longer. I thought I had lost everything, but after the way she acted Friday, I’m glad she’s gone. I put everything I had into making her happy, even after she left me. No way am I going to allow her to spit in my face any longer. She gave up a nice, caring guy who would have done anything for her. Her loss. I hope she enjoys her life in Texas.