Arguing or not is your choice, York. He did not love me enough to make me take time. He did not try very hard. He isn't a very good partner.

Maybe it's the scotch saying that (yes I drank some fuck you), but I choose to believe it for as long as he's in my home. And as this storm seems to be growing into one where I'll have to get out bedding for the couch, I'm taking it to heart.