Lordy, lordy, lordy. Since the last post, S and I broke up, I moved out, then the next day we got back together again, and I moved back in. And somewhere in the middle of it all I discovered that he is not in love with me.
I went to see a card reading old lady last week with some girlies from work, in the hope that she would tell me I was going to live happily ever after, but she didn't really. She told me lots of things about previous relationships and then said 'there's something happening at the moment but there's a lot of doubt... maybe you should stick with it.'
And then S went to see her a few days later because he was intrigued, and he got the 'lovers' card, and apparently something will be happening this year.
Fortune tellers are gay.
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