I dunno. Some characteristics of Eduard's have come to light -- or maybe I just didn't pay attention to them before -- that are bothering me. Like, I don't think he's nearly as emotionally developed as I'd given him credit for in the past. When we spoke last, one of the reasons I cited for not wanting to go to the Tavern was that I didn't want to get stuck there all night while he kept stringing me along with his "one more beer" ploy. He was like, "How can you think that of me," and was literally in tears. What? I was operating on what information I had, awright? Why is it that every man I've ever been with has been, deep inside, a titty baby? And the few times I've expressed displeasure at his behavior, it becomes my problem, my fault, I'm the bad guy. I really don't care for people who don't take responsibility for their actions, and yet I'm always involved with guys who are like that.
And he and I were on the phone earlier today and he was really getting on my nerves, laughing his ass off at some ribald account I didn't find funny. He also criticized my use of the word "treacly," which I just looked up and is perfectly correct, fuck you very much. Which brings me to another trait of his I'm coming to notice and dislike: he's a bloody know-it-all.
Oh! And complaining that he doesn't feel good, that he's sick. He's always saying that.
Oh, oh. He made some snide comment about my housekeeping, or lack thereof, which was accurate. But you know what...? If it offended his fine sensibilities that much, he knew where the front door was.
It appears that no one wants to see Million Dollar Baby with me, so I've decided to go see it by myself tomorrow.
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