So Friday night I call Giovanni's place, and David (the neighbour) answered the phone.

Mmmmm-hmmmm.

Saturday morning, I paid a surprise visit to Giovanni's place. He was in bed with David.

And told me to my face that it was "innocent."

Yeah, right.

"Giovanni, I love you, but I can't trust you."

The end.

From: [identity profile] elynne.livejournal.com


Good for you. *hughughughug* It may crop up and hurt again for a while (or even quite a while), but that's what we're here for. *hughughug*

From: [identity profile] kevynjacobs.livejournal.com

Thank you


That's good because I am sooooo depressed today. Crying jags, you know the drill. Fuck sometimes I hate that I love men.

From: [identity profile] kevynjacobs.livejournal.com

No, I am a "Person of the Southern Wind"...


...but yes, I did need to see proof before I would believe he wasn't lying to me.

Now I can finish the grieving process that I started two weeks ago.

From: [identity profile] kadyg.livejournal.com


"Who gonna belive me? Me or your lying eyes?"

At the very least this puts a nice solid ending to the whole mess. If you wanted closure, it was delivered to you with a bow on top.

For some happy news, you are welcome to visit either my LJ or Bax's (hint hint). His is more recently updated than mine.

XOXO

From: [identity profile] kevynjacobs.livejournal.com



> At the very least this puts a nice solid ending to the whole mess. If you wanted closure, it was delivered to you with a bow on top.

Without a doubt.

> For some happy news, you are welcome to visit either my LJ or Bax's (hint hint).

Yes, yes, I know. I congratulated you on your journal earlier.
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