Eric was on his latest bizarre drama. He'd decided that it was Mark Fitzgerald that had been my own personal stalker for these last few months. He was stretchin' this time and I let him know it. I mean, if he thought that for a second I was gonna stop being angry at him (and Mark) for "doin' it" in the bathroom of Mocha Daze -- well, there's dreaming and then there's hallucinating.
"Andrew, I wouldn't accuse anyone if I didn't have total proof -- God, Andrew, look at the comparisons, look at the handwriting, think about it. What better way to destroy our relationship."
Off the top of my head I could think of several better ways. Like screwing your boyfriend, for one.
"Eric, you're pathetic."
That got him. I felt a little bad but Jesus, this was too much. Mark Fitzgerald, a stalker? Mark was a lot of things but insane wasn't one of them. It wasn't my intention to hurt anyone -- we'd all been hurt too much by what had happened with us, but I wasn't going to play into Eric's neurosis either.
"Eric, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. But listen to yourself. It's too bizarre, Eric. There's no way. Now, I'm gonna go. I think we should start to consider my moving out..."
"Andrew, no! God no! Not now, we can keep working on this, can't we?"
I hated clichˇs but couldn't help it...
"It takes two to tango, Eric. And I have no desire to find myself in this kind of situation ever again. I'm gonna start looking for an apartment. Thank God money isn't a problem, so it shouldn't be too hard... I'll talk to you later."
This whole thing wasn't as easy as I thought... and then I thought, "it never is." I got in my car and took off for work. I had to check some things for an upcoming event and realized I was shaking. I couldn't believe what I had just said, that I would start looking for an apartment.
Was this it? Was this the end of the line for me and Eric?
It felt like it. God, when Eric did these things like blaming Mark for his own infidelities... it made me wonder what I'd ever seen in Eric.
Mark, of course, was laying low -- he's no fool, I thought. He is gonna keep real quiet till this whole thing blows over, then come back like a knight in shining armor. It sounded very familiar.
Well, this time-- this time, things were different. I'd had my heart broken twice, and this time... this time everything Eric and I had planned was still stuck in that bathroom at Mocha Daze.
Betrayal, deceit, denial... my world and welcome to it.
