Monday night personal

E. was over last night and I lost it. I started talking about him going back to the BF, etc. (So he left.) It was bad, but maybe it was something I felt I had to get out, to clear the air. It had been smoldering inside me. (I've since apologized and apology has been accepted.) It was just a lot of hurt that I'd been holding inside as I've put on a happy face and tried to help him get settled into his new place and get on with his life. But it's out there now. What's done is done.

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
  Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit,
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
  Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.

                                                                              -- Omar Khayyám

(I guess E. won't be back here for a while.)