I spoke with Mike a little yesterday over AIM, but for the most part I tried to avoid conversation. Why bother? Everything I would say, I've said before - even if he didn't listen. I told him to go to Charlotte. He needs to get his shit together, and I'd give him 6 months to do it. I didn't want him to talk to me until 6 months from that day, because I could wait for him, I just couldn't wait with him. At first, he agreed.
Later that night, I went to his house to pick up my stuff and give him back the ring. I can't say that I'm surprised at the outcome. He was sitting outside waiting for me, smoking and looking so very angry. The words he said - well, I won't repeat them. They were vile. But I wasn't surprised, not at all. It's so typical of him. He gets angry and he loses control. I'm no one's verbal punching bag. He said he never wanted to talk to me again; I told him that was his choice. It's amazing how he can change his mind so quickly. One moment he wants to try to make things work, the next he'd rather see me dead. Nathan's mood swings are more predictable than Michael's.
It kills me because he had so much potential. I miss him, but he destroyed any chance of ... anything. I can't let myself be sad; there's too much at stake. I'll settle for bitter. Or maybe just apathetic.
