Me and D

Me and D are not really talking.

For those of you that don't know, he is my best friend (one of them) and I hav let him move in with me because he was homeless. I mean living in his van homeless, so I , being the sweet person I am, let him move in.  And it is working out fine, for him, but I am miserable.

Anyone who knows me, knows I can talk and talk and talk forever and never get tired. Well D on the other hand, does not ever talk. He voices his opinion in 10 words or less and that is it, unless you are talking on cars or the "guys" which are the group of boys he works with.

Well I get tired of carrying this whole house and the relationship on my back all the time. So I have stopped talking, not to be mean but simply because I have run out of things to say to him. Well now he is following me around like a lost little puppy wondering "What is wrong" and it is nothing! I don't mean the nothing that is something but I refuse to tell him. I mean the nothing that is nothing so there is nothing to say. Well he keeps saying you are acting different, you aren't talking to me. I said to him, I see you about an hour and a half a day and that is when I talk on most days. I spent more time with you today and have already got my hour and a half out so I have nothing left to say. That wasn't mean, that was honest. If he doesn't like it, he should try paying more attention to how he makes others feel. I am not his mom and I don't want to be. I am not here to cook, clean and take care of everything so he can run with his friend and then come to my house and crash.

7:17 AM - 4/11/2005 - post comment