So the stage is set:
I was washing his stupid fucking pants and found in his pocket what I thought would be money, but instead turned out to be two ticket stubs from a movie here in town last night at 7:15, when he was supposed to be on the cape having his fucking band practice.
Things just aren't adding up, and this may be exactly what it was going to take to get me to get him out of here.
Lord help me with whatever fucking excuse he makes up though...he always has a good one, but this time i just can't see what would work. I am done trusting him anyway, and relationships are about trust.
So yeah, i'll keep ya posted
