Apparently someone should tell my ex that because he called me last night.

The conversation went something like this:

S: "Hi"

Me: "hi"

*silence*

Me: "So what do you want?"

S: "You don't have to be that way"

Me: "And what way do you expect me to be? Act like I'm not here. It ain't going to happen."

*Silence*

Me: "So what do you want?"

S: "I just wanted to tell you that we won."

Me: "So?"

S: "So I wanted to share it with you."

Me: "Last time I checked you dumped me."

S: "I know. But I wanted to share it with you anyway"

*Pause*

S: "I do love you."

Me: Well you have a funny way of showing it."

S: "So anyway I just wanted to call and tell you we won, and see how you were."

Yeah it was a weird conversation, and the night got weirder because he called me once he was back in G, around 11 and told me how much he loved me, and how much he wanted to make love to me.

Then he asked me if I was alone because I didn't want to talk to him.

Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk he breaks up with me and acts like he has the right to be hurt when I am abrupt with him.

I finally got rid of him by telling him I was on the landline to my best friend, who he hates.

You'd think he would have got the hint right?

Nope. I got another call from him about 1am with him telling me he was in bed, and the pillow beside him smelled like my perfume, and that he missed me. That and he romantically told me he was horny and explicitly what he wanted to do to me.

By the end of this I turned off my cell, and figured that would stop him annoying the shit out of me.

I'm trying to get over him without dealing with this crap.

So guess what. I woke up about 3am in the morning when HE CRAWLED INTO BED with me!!!!

Apparently he couldn't sleep so decided to crash at my place.

Ah we broke up remember.

Oh and he didn't want to talk or sleep.

So we ended up having sex.

Should I feel used? You know what I don't.

Maybe it was the fact after it happened he held me close, stroked my back and whispered in my ear how much he loved me.

I dunno.

I woke up this morning, and he was gone. I didn't even hear him leave.

The only indication that he was even here was the single red rose he left on my pillow, and some inillegible scrawl that he calls handwriting.

But it's all weird.

So was that breakup sex or what? Personally I think it was, and well fine.

It was mutual, it was consential and it was damn good.

This is the same cycle we go through everytime we break up.

We've broken up about 4 times in the year we've dated. I thought this time was permanent, but his best friend informed me today that S loves me, and regrets breaking up but thinks I need to make up my mind about us because he's in it for the long run.

God damn it. This man is way too confusing for me to deal with.

I haven't heard from him, and don't expect to despite what M said. Fine with me.

I'm not going to be screwed around, or screwed literally. But I sure as hell would like my house keys back. Ha I have his keys too.

Actually we've got to see each other, as I have his shit here and he has mine at his place.

Oh breakups are just wonderful when I don't know what the hell is going on.

Oh well such is life.