Well, I broke it off on Friday. Was not ready for that. I was hoping to talk to her face to face on Saturday. I was just finishing up w/ some clients when she called. She was up to the point. What did I want to do. I said it was best that we broke off.
I had a hard time getting to my friend's house holding myself together. As son as I got out ofthe car, he was doing something in his garage. He saw the look of my face, behind my shades and asked if I was ok.
Nope.
he said, 'Follow me'. he led me into the kitchen, cracked a beer, said 'do what you ahve to do' and walked off. I balled my eyes out for at least 20 minutes.
"What the fuq have I done?"
It got a little better. his parents came over, and we grilled left over stuf they had not cooked form their weekend camping trip..and much alcohol. I still found myself staring into nothing for long periods of time all weekend. I had no want or interest in going to the gym. just too drained.
Hopefully, I can go these couple of days. Thursday morning, I am going with my paintball team to Oklahoma for a d-day recreation. That ought to do great for keeping my mind off my problems...
So.....the FOLLOWING Monday, I should be good to go and ready to rip it in the gym again. I HAVE To get my shiat back! I may be single when I get to Vegas in October....J'bo may be there...

Something to look for....
That's me in a nutshell. Did I say? Nut? Do I need therapy?
I can't believe she fuqqin atually suggested I get fuqqin counselling.....gawd, that chaps my ass!