So last night I came home, a little tipsy but definitely not drunk. I sat on my couch and just kind of stared into space...then my phone rang. It was Todd. I thought about not answering it, I thought about screaming "Asshole" into the phone...I simply picked it up and said, "Hi Todd."

He was drunk and I was a little drunk so our conversation was a little bit labored. He tried to explain about the girl...that it wasn't the girlfriend and that he had meant to call and blah, blah, blah. I wasn't buying it. He wanted to come over and explain to me...I almost bought that. I almost (definitely) wanted him to come over, we both knew what that would've meant. I would've been naked once again with him and it wouldn't be his fault at all this time. I wouldn't be able to blame him for anything because I totally understand the situation now. So I said no. And I was sad. And I was happy. And I wanted that cop to call me and tell me that he was coming over...but I was glad that he didn't because then maybe he doesn't think I'm a total ho-cake.

So for once, I did as I said I would do. I'm not promising I won't crumble next time--but be proud of me for now.