And so the story goes...

I'm single. Again. It feels good. For now. Let me just give you the lowdown on the week, first.

I was out of town for 5 days and got back to Colorado on Tuesday night. (Side note: I reluctantly had Adam drop me off at the airport because I didn't want him to use my car while I was gone. He is SO hard on my car - all cars, actually.) So anyway, he picked me up because he had my car. He was his cute little self (gag) standing at the top of the escalator with roses (he's done that before and it doesn't impress me, because I always know I'm sooooo close to being disappointed by something anyway). Ok, fine. Roses, blah. So I smiled and hugged and kissed hello and then we went and got my luggage and went down to my car. AAAAAAAAAHHHH! I called Adam TWICE that day to remind him to PLEASE clean out my car and fill it with gas (since it was full when I left). I explained to him on the phone that those little things REALLY irritate me, and to please please just do that. Not wash it, just clean your shit out of it, please! Sure, he said. Over and over. Ugh. Obviously - if you know Adam - the car was a filth pit. It had cups and water bottles, straw wrappers, cigarette wrappers, trash, trash and more trash. And on top of that it barely had ANY gas in it AND he said: "Was this already broken?" As he held up the now hanging center console/arm rest. Um, no. It's SO frustrating!!! So the big thing is that I spent about $200 less than a month ago getting little odds and ends fixed on my car so that it would feel like the nice car that it is, rather than the piece of shit that it had turned into. I was really enjoying having my car to myself, all nice and neat again. So now it's a dump again! I paid just over $20,000 for that car - that's A LOT Of money to pay out of my pocket and it bums me out to have it be so shitty. So anyway, that's when the frustration began. And then we get to my house and he has to go to work - ok, fine. Even though he told me he had the entire night to spend with me. Fine. So that was Tuesday. Then last night he called me at 8:30pmish (much to my surprise, actually). He said he wanted to spend some time with me since Tuesday had been a bust. I was at dinner with Joy and Debra and said I'd call him when I was done. I didn't. I don't now why, I just didn't. I wasn't expecting to see him anyway and I always feel like he does things (like spend time with me) out of guilt, so I just didn't call him. He eventually called at about 9:30 or 10pm. Still saying he wanted to see me, but then in the next breath he said: it's really busy out tonight so I'm going to go to the mall. In our lingo, that means to work. Ok, fine. I wasn't expecting much effort on his part anyway, no big deal. So then I called him at like 11:30 and it was so loud - I asked where he was..."The Walrus, with Seth." Hmmmm. Weird. Ok, fine. So that was his last night off until Monday, since Thursday starts his work week. So tonight he calls (for the first time all day) at about 7:30pm. He says - "I'd like to see you. I'm going to Denver to see a dj, you wanna come?" Um, no. But thanks. (me) "I thought you had to work????" (adam) "No, I got the night off" (me) "Oh. Well I have to work at 9 and honestly I have no desire to go to a club in Denver. It's weird to me that you went to the Walrus last night after having not seen me for 5 days (other than the hour on the way home from the airport) and tonight you got the night off to go to Denver to a club." And so it began.

That's really all the rehashing I feel like doing. Let's just say that last night I told Adam that it had always been my mind telling me to move on and I finally am starting to hear my heart chime in and get on the same team as my mind. So after last night and then this tonight, I just felt done. Yes, again. But hey - who cares if it's happened before? It's bound to stick sooner or later. It helps (as I told him tonight) that I've totally untangled my life from his - I feel so NOT intertwined anymore! FUNNNN! So fun and it feels so freeing. I haven't talked to his mom in forever. Or his brother for that matter. I ran into Rob the other night and it was a courtesy hug - sad because we were pretty good friends, but it just can't be. Too sticky. Whateva. And his mom called me and left me a msg yesterday (side note: she's always the first person to call me for the day and even if it's noon it still really bugs me! get off my case, lady!): (her) "Hi Nissa. Hope you had a nice trip. Could you give me a call, please? I have a quick question." So, reluctantly, I did. And it went like this: (her) "Hi Nissa. How are you, dear? (me) "Good. you?" (her) "Good trip?" (me) "Yep." (her) "Have you seen Adam yet?" (me) "Yep. He picked me up." (her) "How was that?" (me) "Fine." (her) "Everything cool?" (me) "Yep. Fine." (her) "Ok, dear. Maybe I'll see you sometime soon???" (me) "Maybe. What was the question you had to ask me?" (her) "Oh, it was nothing. I figured it out already." !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Is she serious?!?!? Did she really lie on my voicemail so I'd call her back?? Yep. This from a lady who blocks out her phone number when she calls if she thinks I won't answer it. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! So, yes. I've detached from his family. And I'm in touch with 2 friends that I met through him, but I'm not worried about that. They never see him anyway, and at this point they're my friends now. I was in their wedding, etc. So....today I am single. May the force be with me.