Limelight

Oh, fuck this.

So, a few minutes after I posted last night's update, she dropped a string of text bombs. She used some personal, very personal, bits as a weapon. Pretty deep cuts. Right now, I have fucking had it with her. Deleted years of text messages from every device and damn near blocked her from the phone.

Today brought a pleasant surprise. Erin called on her way back from Knox, and we got together for lunch. Got some clarity out of our talk. And it was just damned good to see her.

This may be it. I know I am quick to anger, but it fades fast. This is hanging around. Maybe it's the sense of betrayal and of being taken advantage of. For fuck's sake, she said she brought whatshisname to dinner last night so she could get my and Colin's read on him. What the actual hell. It's not the white-hot incandescence I felt last night and early this morning, but I am so very angry. Right now, I don't know if her calls or texts get returned. I'm not fighting the Battle of Who Could Care Less here - I pick my fights, and this ain't one I'm taking the field for.