I am very sorry that I interfered. I feel like I have said too much. Perhaps I did so because I sometimes feel, on a different level than you, taken advantage of by Ed. But that is my crap and not yours. Dude, I am sorry.
You are not asking for advice, but what you might take from all this is the clarity that comes from making the right decision, as shitty and confusing as it may seem at times.
I don't know what else to say. Again, I feel like I have said too much.
You can call me if you are cracking up. I will just refrain from giving my 2 cents.
And I replied:
Gurl, your two cents are very valuable to me. Please don't feel bad for telling me a couple of things. I did ask.
The pipe-laying comment revealed to me a certain mercenary aspect of Eduard's personality, and I feel it's important I know that. So please don't be sorry.
You can call me, I can call you, it's all good. We both feel like shit right now for our respective reasons. I'm debating on whether or not to spend the day in the fetal position.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 1:08 PM
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