I thought I might hear from Sabrina on Sunday morning, for breakfast, because we had talked about it earlier. I’m glad she didn’t call because I needed the rest from my eventful Saturday. After lying on the couch catnapping all afternoon, I gave her a call. She doesn’t answer her phone. I leave a message. She calls back about two hours later.

She explains to me that she has had a busy morning as she had slid into the curb last night on the slick road in front of her apartment on the way back from her date, thus debilitating the use of her car. Of course, because her car was now inoperable, her date had to stay over. They spent the morning having a “glorious” (her words) walk from her house to his to get the car towed. Holy shit! Did she just tell me this!

Now my stomach is upset again. The problem is I’m still in love with Sabrina. This news she had just given me hurt. I expected to hear it at some point but didn’t expect the blow to be so solid. She has obviously gotten over this whole thing a lot easier than I have and that makes me feel abused, angry and jealous. Because I want to get over this too. Badly.

And now I can’t help but wonder if she is treating me like this on purpose. She could have lied to me. Saved me some pain. I can’t tell if this indifference for my feelings is being done with malice, or if it’s just an utter disregard. She has admitted that her actions previous to this have been of a selfish sort. And she tells me there is so much she wants to say but doesn’t know how to. And I still want to hear it. I have been treated like shit. And what really makes my stomach upset is, that if she calls again, I’ll have to tell her all of this.