Speaking of Blessed (Zaad)

Dude. I have the best fucking friends. Today, TG and I got into our first major blowout. To be brief but precise, I was right, he was not, I ended up storming out.

He was supposed to drive me to my mom's to get the minivan but he got called into work. After not hearing from him for 2 hours, I ended up calling Lulu to see if she could come get me and get me to my parents. Which, of course, she did. Without question and without hesitation. Dude, I love you Lu.

Unfornately, TG showed up just before she did and we ended up arguing for a few minutes before I stormed into her truck. As I got in, I started crying ['cuz I do that, I'm a cryer, but so is Lu, so it's ok] and declared:

"I can't talk yet. I'm too upset."
"That's ok. I had a shit weekend, too, and don't feel much like talking."
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"But damn, you looked really skinny storming out of there. Those jeans make you look hot."

And THAT, my friends, is why I love her so damn much.

Thank you, Lulu. I really do have the best friends. And if we had a $1 for every time one of us had to go *rescue* another one of us, we'd have ... well, about a hundred bucks or so, but still...

And yes, TG and I had an extremely long talk when he came over this afternoon to work things out and we are just fine. Relationships, well, they just aren't easy, are they? I guess what it comes down to is this: Is this worth it?

Right now, I feel YES, it absolutely is.