Heart IMs me again last night.
Because, as we all know, the best time to talk to emotionally abusive exboyfriends is at 3AM, when you're just getting back from the bar and the redbull and vodkas are still flowing through your bloodstream.
He's thinking about moving back to California. I think I talked him into it.
I don't feel guilty about it, not at all. The doctors he needs (he has a heart condition, which proves, that yes, he does have a heart) are more qualified there, all of his friends are there, that's where he went to school, that's where he feels comfortable.
At least that's what I'm telling myself. That it's all for his benefit, and not just because I have the feeling that if I were to run into him on the street I am totally going supernova.
