I thought Monday's were suppose to be bad

Ok so My Tuesday started out pretty normal, got up was still really tired managed to get to work and started working on the computer. Then I got a text from D which I was like HOLY CRAP it's early, turns out he had an appointment at 6:30 so he was up early. In the middle of us texting my phone rings, its the ex. I'm like wtf this is weird we haven't talked in like a month, so of course i answer and I'm all like heeelllllooo??? He wants to drop of something he says and will be at my job in 20minutes, I'm like ok see you then. The aforementioned letter was what I got inside a hard back journal. After reading the letter I sort of wept and then I went to write my response but for some reason after writing his name I was filled with a tremendous rage. I scrawled 2 pages worth and then apon re-reading his letter I was like no you don't get to hear from me and ripped the pages out and instead wrote: I have nothing to say you're the one that needs to talk. Vee. Then I had a nice break until 10am, D was back from his appointment and acting strange saying crazy things and causing more drama I'm like seriously can I go home get back into bed a try again tomorrow. We continued talking and it got better but something still feels off. Went home finished my letter to D and then my computer started being a butt and word kept crashing, of course I hadn't saved my letter in awhile so I was freakin out. Gwen came home we went to dinner and I told her all the drama. Knowing the ex has band practice on Tuesday we drove by and I dropped off the book on his windshield, not sure if he got it or not but eh I delivered it. Continued to drive around talking, went home and managed to fight my computer for the freakin letter but by the time I was done it was 1am.

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