Chance? Hmm....
Friday morning, J decides that we should get back together. Okie dokie... we knew that would happen eventually anyway, though I didn't actually think it would be so soon.
Saturday morning, a friend of mine from high school sends me a message on Facebook. She's in my part of town, can we get together. Sure.
We meet up and talk a bunch, and after learning of our living situation, tells me that we can stay with her. Wow... okay...
So J says we'll check it out. Then Saturday night, we go to a friend's house for a bit, and he makes me so, so mad when they drop me off at home, and he takes off again. Mostly because one of the girls there had been flirting with him HARD CORE, and he's not exactly the most faithful person LMAO
I was mad enough that night that I made the decision right then that I was moving, with or without him.
Sunday, after he didn't come home, he sends me a text message in the morning asking me if I will come to his aunt's house, just a few blocks away. It's where he ended up sleeping the night before, because turns out he was locked out of the house LMAO
He got really, really drunk Saturday night. Turns out he got so drunk, he wasn't even functionally capable of doing something stupid. Thank you for that one, Uni
And he tells me he really does want to go check out C's place and see if we want to move there.
So Sunday night, that's what we do. And he decides right then and there that yeah, WE are moving over there. Been there since.
And he's as content as can be now. AND HIS PHONE IS QUIET. No dozen voicemails and text messages waiting in the mornings like before. No half dozen girls texting him all day long.
He ended it with ALL of them. Every single one. Texted them all and said he moved away, bye bye, etc.
Thank you, Uni. You kinda rock right now.