the other phone call

From EVV1. Now, that went badly. "Fuck you if I'm repeating myself. OK, goodbye." I hate being hung up on.

Update. She called back. There were tears, a little bit of yelling, and all in all a very unhappy woman. I feel a right fucking asshole. To paraphrase a friend's comments, "yeah, the old you ain't back at all. He wouldn't have blinked at this." So I've got the asshole touch without the asshole soul...what a charming combination for all involved. Nevermind the fact I'm systematically lying to her about the reasons why, for which I don't feel particularly bad - just the fact of it, and my own poor handling of the beginnings as much as the end. Though her rebuttal, "it's not just about you," should indeed serve to wedge its valid point into my head somehow.

Update 2. Is it wrong, basically, to have allowed the situation to arise where EVV1 was always going to be hurt, despite not actually intending or meaning to hurt her? Bollocks. I glanced at a few original tpt archives on the way back machine. I'm not obscure enough by half....