Breaking up is hard to do.

And it takes a long time. I told you Macon and I were breaking up some time last week, and here I am, still stuck with the jerk. Just yesterday, I think I may have yelled, "I don't want to live with you anymore!" So much for being friends. It's like we're married and in a protracted bad phase (the kind people warn you about). I keep channeling Scarlett O'Hara: Tomorrow is another day, and then tomorrow comes and it's no better than the day before. Macon and I are married, with no hope of a separation, much less a divorce, and we're not even talking. Friends is going to be a stretch.