Every once in a while, we end up with the wrong boys, get ourselves torn, try to lower our standards and hope things will eventually fall into place. But somewhere along the way, we get tired of them and decide enough is enough. With the way you are treated, the way you are not understood practically all the time, with the way the relationship is being built on assumptions and compromises. I've always been a firm believer of relationships of any sort since I don't go by the line "blood is thicker than water." Every now and then, when my mind wanders, I begin to think (esp after ytd) if I could have ended things better without the harsh words thrown. But, my doing had a very strong reason. I was just plain tired of putting my stand across umpteenth times while you held the torch that things still have a way of finding themselves back together. Given the situation between us, I just needed out and I was in no position to wait till you actually understood my stand, if at all really. If karma has it's way of getting back to me in the next, I just hope it will be a bit less ugly.

And we're like Meridith and Christina. Some sort in the dark and twisted, intense way.