Aimee's Entry

Sigh, I’ve been in such a mood this week (and certainly not a good one).

Although he’d tell you that I’m fucking crazy, Drew has always been a pro when it comes to mental manipulation (my mother insists that it’s more mental "abuse" than "manipulation" and I suppose in some ways it is, but I’ve always felt that it’s more a form of manipulation rather than abuse). I don't want to make him sound like a bad person because as a whole he's not, but Drew knows my weaknesses, he knows my insecurities (of which I have many) and sometimes he exploits them until I’m so wound up it’s a wonder I can think rationally. He’d never understand and again he’d tell you that I’m fucking crazy but it got to a point in February that my doctor said if I didn’t get some kind of control over the situation she was going to be forced to put me on anti-anxiety drugs because I was letting it affect my health. And I did but needless to say this week, he’s been consistently pushing (and pushing and pushing and pushing) my buttons. God, he had me so flustered earlier that I drove to CVS because I needed something and by the time I got there, I couldn’t remember what the fuck I went there for in the first place. It’s making me edgy and I swear, I wish that we’d either work on trying to get along or just leave each other the fuck alone. One or the other, I don’t care.

And I know this is awful but God, I want so badly to just be alone for awhile.