mr. smith

I honestly don't know how these things are supposed to work, or how jealous I'm supposed to allow myself to feel when, technically, there are no boundaries except the ones keeping our footsteps padded and our kisses quiet.

But if you wanted to start anything with me, you needed to get rid of your old shit first. To put it bluntly.

Please don't tell me that even though your feelings are real, and your desire is real, that you are using this ongoing tryst to get away from her. Especially when you act no better than a doormat when she needs to learn her lesson. I realize that you are a good person, but this is foolish. Letting her back into your house is as good as telling her that there are no consequences when you manipulate and bully people and generally act like a five-year-old who still throws temper tantrums but can still drive and still stock up your freezer with Lean Cuisine dinners.

As your friend, I can only tell you so much to light a fire under you. Your friends can't do your dirty work. At this point, it's not mean anymore.

As more than your friend, the only thing I can do is stop whatever this relationship is at its roots before it grows extra, rotting branches, but I'm afraid that you'll just shrug and turn back to the field of cheatgrass.

And as both of those people, I don't want you to do that.