Ending=Beginning (finale)

is what my mom said, but when I am hurt...it's personal

Relationships: "How it ended , is probably how it began" (Part two)

He then calmly said he had to go to work...
and I was like:                                                                   
 

Eff you and your job...

Why do I have to care about anyone's job but mine? (At this point he had already violated me , by putting my bag outside) So, he was worried... and he should have been because...

Relationship: "How it begins, is how it ends" (part one)

I hate dating.
I have lupus.
Dating takes a long time.
I want to have fun, love, lust, sex and travel around the world before I die.
Not to be macabre. but dating can pose a problem for someone with lupus, who may die in the time it takes to date and therefore wont be able to enjoy the aforementioned...

So that was my disclaimer of sorts, so you can know where I am coming from as I describe the events of today in a succinct , but satisfying manner...