This is my last blog about what happened over the weekend.  After this, I’m washing my hands of that mistake and moving forward.  Life is too short and time is too precious to waste it pondering the insanity of a desperate soul.

The part that really pisses me off more than anything is twisting things around to be my fault, as if I were out of line for getting upset.  I admit that I messed up when I didn’t toss at least him out as soon as he started to get in bed.  That was weakness on my part.  I don’t like being a jerk, and sometimes I let people push me beyond my limits before I speak up.  I’m working on being more assertive in that area.

I’ve never claimed to be perfect.  I’m far from it.  I have a failed marriage, a sluggish career, a few health issues, and several broken friendships to prove that I make mistakes.  I try to be man enough and adult enough to own up to the issues that are my fault, but when something is not my fault and someone tries to twist circumstances around to cast the blame on me, I get pretty upset about it.

Unless something else happens that is worth mentioning, this will be the last blog about that situation.  I have more important work to take care of.