Unflushable

One week after the original break-up, I agreed to a "lunch date" with ex-bf, during which I had to explain in detail why I broke up with him. I cited reasons of his lack of support during my health scare, and general selfishness and used the mean text message as the clincher for why I would not give him a second chance. I tried to be amicable and polite, and not to hurt him more than necessary. That was this past Friday. Saturday, he texted something about the Hulk (The Avengers came out this weekend - awesome movie!), and then on Sunday night he called. I should have let it go to voicemail, but I thought maybe we could be friends. TOO SOON. I guess that gave him the encouragement to think I would welcome a grand gesture from him ... which leads me to this morning's drama ...

I have to go to the doctor twice a week, to get my INR checked. My doctor's office is 30 minutes away, so I try to go first thing every Monday and Thursday mornings. My mom goes with me, not because I need her to, but because she wants to. After the nurse checks my blood, we go to breakfast at this little diner on Main St, and then we come home, and I go to work. It's not a traumatic experience in the least, but it's annoying to have to go. That's one of the reasons I let my mom join me - it affords us the opportunity to spend time together, and distracts me from the annoying part.

This morning, I dashed out the door in a hurry, carrying my jewelry, my sweater unfastened, hair down, no makeup on, and a male voice said "hey". Shocked, I turned around and there was ex-bf. WTF? He wanted to take me to the doctor. I said no. He begged. I said my mother is here, waiting on me in the car, and she is going with me. He begged more. I said really, no, b/c I. don't. want. to. date. you. And he asked if I want him out of my life. Um yeah, of course I do ... that's why I dumped him. But I said very nicely that it's not that I want him out of my life, but I really don't think it's a good idea for us to date. So he got all mad and stormed off, and sarcastically apologized for giving me a heart attack. I said I didn't mean to hurt him. He said "well, you did." So. Third time's a charm? Maybe he'll stay down this time. Ugh.