So here we are again....

Seems like I do this a lot....  skip out on posting.  I sometimes feel like I have nothing to say that anyone would want to hear.  Sad, isn't it?  That we can let ourselves get to a point where we feel our words are insignificant.

I stepped up today and said no more.  I expressed my concerns to someone I didn't think was seeing exactly what he was doing to me.

Of course, that blew up in my face when he seemed to not care at all.

Dating, it seems, is a bad choice for me.  11 months to the day since I asked Will to leave and where am I?  No better off.  No worse off, that's for sure, but... when is it my turn?