Liars and Trust: Pt III - The Talk

I did it. We had the talk.

Came back from dinner, smoking cigars out on the dock. I just said "Dude, we need to talk...and you're not gonna wanna hear this...But I hope you understand."

And Talk we did.

Probably about three hours or so.

I laid it all out on the line. You're making a mistake, I'm not sure I buy what you're telling me happened with your "breakdown," Your wife is making you mental.

I basically felt that I either had to cut the line, or suffer more.

And I can't take anymore of this act.

I hit him point by point. Issue by Issue. Some he had valid defense for, some he did not. The ones he didn't, he readily admitted. I was happy about those points.

The rest all comes down to one simple thing: Location.

He knows things are getting worse with his wife. He knows that this may not be the best -or- right move. He knows he's about to become the star of "AssFucked - A Movie about Credit." But he's making the move because it's easier for him to deal with if he has some sort of base.

That base is his Father. His Father lives in the new town he's moving to. He can get more help and support from his Dad. And that support is unconditional. Something he admits, that he can't expect from me. I may be a friend, but I can only give so much. Especially considering the way my own life has played out.

We talked a lot. His reasonings make sense. That's not to say that I agree with them, but like I said before, I'll support him.

And I do.

Even when he's feeding me lines of bullshit and telling whoppers of stories...I'll still be there.

But on my home tonight, I had a bit of a new realization.

My friend is leaving. I won't have anyone here to hang with anymore.

I'm looking around at all the people I work with and think: None of you know me. And those of you that think you do, completely misunderstand me.

Sure, everyone seems pretty cool. Some I wouldn't mind hangin with...But it would take a long time for them to really get to know me well enough to trust them. If not time, then some intense friendship moments. I dunno if anyone is willing to have that here. Hell, I don't know if I'M willing to have that with anyone here.

God damn. I'm becoming mental.

This is so utterly depressing. Yet, I don't want pity friendships either. I'd rather have nothing than to have that.

I just need a break. Some head clearing time.

This whole thing is washing around in my head. Fuck.

B