OK, so things were getting interesting with J.R., the actor, when I suddenly had a relapse from my "problem" that eventually landed me in therapy for a year-and-a-half. It's not like I haven't relapsed before; unfortunately, this one came out of nowhere--I still haven't been able to figure out what triggered it. And, to top it off, I was with J.R. at the time, and it kinda freaked him out, so much that he abruptly decided that he doesn't want to see me (meaning, date me).

Well, so much for having a bad day! Granted, you-know-what is a bit more serious than the average bad day. Still, everyone has a past, and I have yet to meet a person who doesn't have at least one proverbial skeleton in their closet. OK, so it freaked him out. How does he think I feel? I'm the one who went through it, yet I ultimately pay the price for something I didn't even do.

I don't want J.R.'s pity, or anyone else's. And I don't need more frickin' therapy--I was in a good place before Friday, so this is just a minor setback, and once the dust settles, I'll be fine. I just don't think it's fair that I have to do all the reassuring (no, I'm not gonna off myself. Dude!) and all the lag work.

Relationships are supposed to be a two-way street, and, yeah, there are times when stuff comes up that's unpleasant to deal with. If we're ultimately measured by how we react under pressure, then I don't know who's more at fault:  J.R. for freaking out, or me for relapsing when triggered so suddenly.

Time will only tell, but this doesn't bode well, does it? (Oh, well, he's not the first guy to react badly to it. I'm just tired of it already!)