I was drunk tonight and trying to joke around – no one ever gets my sense of humour, least of all you, which is my fault entirely. I was thinking that this is probably the most fucked up situation I’ve ever been in that I’ve not known how to deal with. My coping skills are second to none, but this one has me stumped.
Any residual anger I have is down to the fact that you still seem to hate me, despite the fact that I can forgive you and perhaps even understand why what happened, happened. I’m not the victim and neither are you.
I don’t know why I’m still here, arguing the toss, I really don’t. Maybe because I do remember what happened. Doesn’t stop me hating myself and swearing off this sight for life.