Letter # 5

Dear T-
I am such an idiot. Just when I thought everything was going smooth again after the wonderful conversation we had last week, you went back to your frazzled self. I can always hear the difference on the phone when you are stressed or you have something going through your mind.
When I called on Sat to ask for a piece of wood to cover the mousehole in the garage you were on your way to a meeting and wanted me to call you Sunday.
I was dumb enough to forget that the day before you mentioned you had to go out of town to watch your best friend's son in the all-star B-ball state tournament. So when I texted you about picking up the wood and I never heard from you I was a little pissed.
After all I do for you, being the shoulder for you to lean on, being the fun sex person who does not want any commitment, being the voice of reason when you need an opinion, you would think you would be a little bit nicer and ameniable to me.
Your wife is the one who got you into the huge tax mess that you are in now. Had she filed payroll taxes like she should have instead of using them to pay other bills, you would not have had to scramble to all your clients and ask them for money to meet your deadline for the IRS. Your wife does payroll for a large pathology group in town so she knows that what she did is not only wrong but illegal. I can only hope that she is paying payroll taxes this year because I will not be able to loan you any money next year if this happens again.
Seriously, is it that hard to be nice to the one person who never treats you bad? I am on a mission to be a hard ass again with you. My guard is up and I will not let the wall come down until I am comfortable with you again. I am changing your ringtone to be "No Scrubs" from TLC. I think it suits you perfectly in some cases.
If the sex wasn't so damn fun it would be easy to walk away but how many times in a lifetime does a person find someone they enjoy talking to and spending time with and with who they can have fun uninhibited uncommitted sex.