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I was waiting to have something to say. Didn't want to write a bitching post that wouldn't make sense. Friday early morning Mike came home, drunk again and we got into a fight because I yelled at the cat and he thought I was ylling at him. He punched a hole into my Ikea coffee table. Friday was horrible. I went to work and cried most of the day. We had a kind of conversation through text messages, he apologized, I got mad... Anyway he called and said he going through something, he doesn't even know what it is but all he wants to do is drink instead of dealing. Said we need to talk and he's getting off work around 2am but he has work early in the morning.

I was pretty sure I was getting dumped. I went out with Nir and Viki and got totaly drunk, can't remember the last time I was this drunk. He showed up and I yelled at hime, told hime if you want to break up grow some fucking balls and do it. he didn't say anything, Viki talked to him a bit.

Today he came home from work and said he needs to figure himslef out, needs to get away so he can think straight. He took a bag and packed a few things, went to stay at his friend's house for the week and he'll call me this weekend. He sent me a text a few minutes ago, said " Promise I'll fix me..".

So I order a pizza and made myself a cosmo and I'm watching a bunch of TV and sewing. I guess this could be a good thing, I need some time to myself too. It just sucks a lot right now and I'm still pretty sure this is the end.