At this moment, I sit in a mid south city while my friend is meeting the love of her life. Someone who supposedly went to school with us. I don't remember him, everyone I asked doesn't know him and he doesn't seem to want to talk about our small hometown either. Makes it fishy to me but hey, this is the path she chose to lead.
We met up with the mystery man and as I silently predicted, she ditched me and went with him. Then proceeded to call me at 230AM to let me know they were coming back to MY hotel because they couldn't find one.
Before we embarked on our journey, I asked her if I could bring someone. She was dead set on not having anyone else and when I told her I didn't want to be the 3rd wheel, she stated over and over I wouldn't be. But we all know, and even I knew that was gonna happen. It did.
I tried to make the best of this trip by trying to get some photos done and it was nice to have a room to myself last night but that isn't the subject here. All y'day, they held hands in the car and texted each other back n' forth. Seriously, I could have used someone on my side. I understand if she didn't want sporto to come but I have a friend that we could have picked up along the way.
Either way, its almost time for us to leave and as adimate as she was about not having anyone else come with...I'm the same way about leaving. I want to be on the road by 8 because I want to get home to MY boyfriend. Who I miss very very much.
We have 600 miles to go and a long time in the car. I just might let her have it. I'm so furious.
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