"the talk"

In brevity--
I talked, He listened.
I cried, He left.

Everything else is just details isn't it?
 
Perhaps not. Perhaps I should mention I cried but then stopped.
As in, as much as I wanted to make Him comprehend what it means to feel used, disrespected, etc...I realized He didn't get it. and He wasn't going to, and He probably never will. and after realizing this. It almost seemed okay.
So here I am. Not crying. Gonna do my homework. Going to go out tommorrow night as rebound therapy asigned by house mate. Hoping to get some studying done before hand. Zim my home away from home :)