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The Return of New Boo...and the Aftermath

Okay...I now see the dangers of having a secret blog is that no one reads it quickly enough to do what I ask. All I asked y'all to do was pray for me. Since none of you CLEARLY did that, New Boo's visit left me more confused than anything.

First of all, the things we established:

  • We still love each other.
  • We hate that we ended up like this.
  • We don't want to lose each other.

Things he established:

  • He's got to get himself together financially and emotionally.
  • As much as he loves me, he knows he's in no position to give me what I deserve.
  • His behavior was hurtful and he apologized.

Thing I'm confused about:

  • The state of our relationship.

He told me that he still wants to be with me, but he can't do it now. I'm like, "Well, what do you want me to do about that? In other words, what should I do if someone approaches me?" He said that I should go out with my friends and let the guys buy me drinks, and call him at the end of the night because "you know what you're getting here."

The bad part? I do...and I let him remind me when he was here. ***WHEW***

Here's the real killer -- I really don't want anyone else. I don't want to date anymore. I still want him to be the last one. But I don't think I should wait forever for him to get his life right.

So as I stated before -- y'all failed me because I'm just as twisted as I was before he got here.

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