Is it August again?

I ended my relationship with the boyfriend. I couldn't take the daily arguments and a gruesome series of events that I just don't know how to process. 


I drove to that nearby country and visited with the Canadian after he insisted it would do me good to just get out of my home for a while. 

He took me to a holiday party, and I found a way to just kind of blank out and get through it. I'm not really feeling great in crowds. We then stayed up late, watching TV. It felt good to experience routine like that after what happened Fiday night. 


I stayed there, curled up in the Canadian's arms all night after some crying and a lot of talking. I've missed that.

Spent all of today talking.

We'll see where this might lead....down the same, ugly, hurtful path or a new one...