When I am finally packed, I will be ready. But not for the lonely, but loneliness.

Chris and I are over (for now, I hope). But this time it had nothing to do with the distance. Just as he was ready to try and face that aspect of it, things started to heat up between he and his dad. He says he doesn’t want to “drag me into his hell.” I told him I didn’t care. He said he wasn’t even sure what his father would do next and what he’d have to fight. I said I just wanted to be there for and with him. It went on and on. The irony is that we ended things at the park, the same place where they began.

He promised he’d visit me in New Hampshire and that we would still talk and hang out again before I leave (Tuesday). This pleased me greatly, because Chris does not break promises.