So my ex-boyfriend dropped off one of our cats tonight. I hadn't seen him in over a year, and it was weird and awkward. We had three cats when we lived together. When we split up, I took one, and he kept the other two. Now that he's getting married this fall, he doesn't want the other two anymore. I agreed to take one of them, in addition to the one I already had, and we still don't know what we're going to do with the third. So I've got this very sweet but very nervous cat right now, and I'm still a little disturbed by the fact that I had to see my ex tonight. It was actually a little revolting. Funny how feelings change over time. I used to be attracted to that guy? I mean, obviously, right? I lived with him for 2 years, and dated him for several years before we moved in together. But now I'm just angry that he's such a retard who caused me so many problems, and seeing him tonight kind of grossed me out. I haven't been able to relax since we made the cat hand-off, although that's partially because both cats have been hissing at each other all evening.
Every time I'm feeling lonely and wishing for companionship, all I have to do is think about my ex. Suddenly I become very content with my solitary life.
I just feel bad for the cats.
And the fact that I'm now one step closer to becoming a crazy old cat lady.
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