If there is one thing I have learned from my last break-up - and from reading Julia Allison's blog - it's that you really shouldn't post things about ending your relationship on the Internet, at least not in such detail. Of course, with the case of Ms. Allison and myself (at least in the context of that whole mess last year), the relationships ended very badly and somewhat warranted subtle Internet defamation. (At least I don't have an ex's blog to link to like Julia does!)
With that in mind, I'm not going to go into detail about the events of last night, only that I'm no longer in a relationship, and I'm feeling kind of miserable today, as I spent about two hours last night crying while trying to express how I felt about things. It was ultimately my decision, and the worst part about it is that I hate hurting someone's feelings or letting them down. I've never had to do it before, and I could have probably done it better.
Afterward, I came home and cried some more at Christina, who tried to cheer me up by making me a Hot Pocket (she's really good with the microwave, you guys). Then I drank some red wine and watched Primal Fear. Somewhere in the middle of the third glass, I think, I decided to heat up some naan. Unfortunately, I only remembered the part about pre-heating the oven. About three hours later, at one in the morning, I woke up to Christina banging on my door, raving about how the apartment smelled like gas and she needed to open my bedroom windows so I didn't die in my sleep. I thought it was a dream until I woke up this morning and every single window in our apartment was wide open. It was rather chilly.
So there you have it: another all-time high in my life, wherein I narrowly escaped a murder-suicide while in a post-breakup drunken stupor. I'm a classy gent.