Stop

Allright, really, I don't want to hear about it.
I asked about it just to be nice- I didn't need the details of how you and your new boyfriend have spent the last week doing the things that we used to do.
I guess I am too... something. I don't know what. I shouldn't care, right?
But it's not very nice to tell me about skating in my favorite place with some other guy, or going to the restaurant at the harbor with some other guy.

It's a good thing she vowed to never read my blog again!

I think I just got myself in trouble. Oh well. At this point, I don't care anymore.
Christmas is going to be great, no matter how hard people try to screw it up.