19thNovember2012

I've had my friend Chris over for the evening, it's never so great when it's just the two of us. He's a bit of a sexual predator and I hate it. He ended up leaving today, rather rudely, his reasoning was because I was continuously biting him. I was continuously biting him because he kept trying it on with me by dry humping me, which I was clearly disapproving of. He didn't even say goodbye, instead threw a strop and left. I am angry towards him because of it, but I suppose in a way I'm grateful that he did leave because of him persistently trying to 'win me over'.
No matter what the situation is, whenever my ex says that he misses me, it will always get to me. I think about it far too deeply, when he says it in a way that shouldn't be taken seriously. Instead just a kind little gesture to go along with mentioning that we haven't talked properly for a few days. It's strange though, I haven't been missing him so much lately, however still thinking about him just as much. I'd love to think that I am moving on from him, but really I think my love and such has been put on a hold for a while since Webster passed.
I have done really well with Webster being taken from my life. Again it still has not processed properly as I'm still thinking of him as if he's still here. My daily routine feels like it has been stripped, leaving me to feel empty. Every morning I would go downstairs for a cuddle with him, whenever I'd leave the house I would give him a treat and get him to do some tricks; he'd always be the last one I'd say goodbye to, when I came back home from anywhere I would sit down on the kitchen floor and have him laying in-between my legs; fussing him up and both of us squealing like little babies from the excitement of seeing each other, and then I'd end all of my days saying goodnight to him with a visit downstairs, a cuddle, a kiss and a stroke. How I miss having him in my daily routine, I miss him.