mistake

 I don't make mistakes very often, but when I do, they're a doozy. 

God damn Mustard. I was so done with him. So done. But then he called, and I just wanted everything to be okay again. He was in Bowling Green Ohio and asked me to come visit. I had to work, but I called out, just so that I could go see him. To prove that I would go the extra mile? I don't know.  It was supposed to be a great night of fun, and then a day of adventure and showing me around the city that he went to college in.  What did it end up being? Sigh. He was drunk by the time I got there, and had passed out on the bed. He was awake for some fun for about an hour and a half, but then fell asleep. He woke up the next morning with an intense hangover, like unable to move and was going to throw up.... finally he got up when he realized his other side chick canceled his flight. (I didn't know she was still in the picture, though I should have guessed.) The next 3 hours were spent trying to book a new flight and lock her out of his frequent flier information. Then we drove to the airport and went our separate ways.  In the first moments of my being there, he showed me a text that he was in the middle of writing to me, but my name in his phone was not my name. Which means he's around girls and doesn't want them to know we text. My heart shriveled and died in that moment.  

I cannot. There is nothing more.