The end

As you probably know, this weekend my ex-boyfriend was coming over for a visit. Well, let me tell you, this has been the last time I ever wanted to see him. Everything went just fine in the beginning, and we had a really fun night. Then we went out, and all that started pretty well as well.

After a while, we got into a huge fight (I won't spill the details) and I just thought he was being so totally unreasonable. So we went home, and he threatened to drive back to Breda, with a shitload of booze in his blood. I tried to prevent him from driving, but he just wouldn't listen, so I gave up. Thank God it turned out he didn't drive, but slept in his car.

So this morning he came over to pick up his stuff and just left. For all I care, I may never see him again.