Tonight was pretty much my fault. John and I went running this morning in Palo Alto, did the brunch thing, I drove back to SF. Was going to hang out with Mike after showering up and getting a catnap. Then he fell asleep and I got bored so when John wanted to drive to SF to pick me up for dinner, I said yes. Big mistake. Now Mike wants to go, I'm not sure if that's okay and I'm confused. Will John be okay with that? Will he be okay with talking to Mike and dealing with the crap Mike is sure to give him? Ick. Bad idea. So I say no, you can't go to Mike. He's understandably mad and thinks I'm being ridiculous.
I go have dinner with someone who is not my boyfriend and drink sangria. While we're out the pressure is totally off of me and I feel free. Then I have to go back home and deal with the mess I caused. I'm genuinely sorry for putting Mike in that position. Things just feel all wrong.
We need to talk about what's truly been bothering me, and it's a conversation I'm dreading.
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