feeling guilty

feeling guilty

I did something stupid. I haven't hear from Miguel in a while. I stopped by Lucy's to see if he was there. He wasn't. In a way, I felt badly the way we left things on Thursday morning. He wanted to get some clothes and the money I stole from him. I turned him away quickly. We parted ways.

He forced my hands big time on Wednesday night. His drinking problem got me into BIG TROUBLE. Yesterday, I got my first apartment warning. I'm not worry about it. Miguel won't be coming around any more. He only got himself to blame. I mentioned over a million of times to stop coming to my place DRUNK! Yet, he kept on showing up DRUNK.

I kinda miss him, but not his drinking. I could do without it. I still think about him once in a while. I wondered what happened to him. Is he is in the hospital again? Was he kill? Did a car hit him? Did he move in with another friend? Is he in jail for intoxicated? WHO KNOWS?

I felt guilty. I felt reponsible too. I shouldn't feel either, but I do. I need to stop feeling responsible and guilty. It is quite hard. We have been together since 1999 on and off. We had lots of history.

I hoped I could run into him at Lucy's this evening. I don't have to talk to him. I could look at him, knowing he may not doing that well. Yes, I would cry secretly. Hopefully, he LEARNED his lesson by now and went to rehab.

where's my money?

where's my money?

Miguel was looking for his money in his coin purse.

"Where's my money? Where's my money?" he asked.

Me?

Yes, I steal money from him many times before.

But, not this time.

"What money?" I asked.

He looked at his pants.

Oh, yes!

And the money was in the pocket.

Huh-uh.

"Oooh! I see you accused me of stealing money from you. Now, I see how you are."

Man, he didn't say I'm sorry.

I'm sorry!

The nerve of him!

He left without saying a damn word!

Bye, bye!

Bye, bye!

$45 richer!

$45 richer!

Miguel checked his bag.

I admitted I stole HIS MONEY.

He demanded his money back.I refused.

Yes, I know stealing is wrong.

My point is...whenever Miguel have money, he drinks.

In closing, I told him that "time and time again, do not come home drunk!"

Cheap Bastard Pete

cheap bastard pete

Pete came over for a little while.
We spent the day together.
I need to get away from Miguel and his drinking.
"How much do you want for gas?" I asked.
"$15," Pete said, cheaply.
I laughed.
I gave him $25 for gas.
I mentioned I stole the money from Miguel.
Pete vowed that he will NOT take the money!
LOL

Miguel Stole Money From Me

miguel stole money from me

WARNING! WARNING!

I screamed at Miguel!

I confronted Miguel this morning.

It was no April Fool's Joke!