It's hard for me to believe that Friday has come already. Not that I'm complaining of course - the 15 hours I slept on Wednesday night let me know that my body is just about up against its limit yet again.

My RNR and I are definitely in booty call territory at this point. After the Mets game I received a text saying he wanted to come uptown - the second time in 10 months that he's made the trip to my apartment. And this time his ex wasn't even asleep in his bed (which is the reason why we ended up in my place last time)!

I hate to say that I'm happy about that, but I am in a lot of ways. It means that everything isn't just at his convenience anymore, as evidenced by the fact that he had to make the effort and spend the money to come uptown, he had to leave early on my schedule so I could make it to work by 8:30, and he also had to do the walk of shame (for a change). Revenge of a sort can be sweet sometimes.

I'm also having much less trouble keeping myself emotionally distanced. I've seen enough of who he is to know that he's just a selfish person, and while I still care about him, I refuse to bust my butt trying to keep him safe when he's more self-destructive than anyone I know. If it was a true emergency I'd be there for him, but I have to put my health first and trust that he's going to be as ok as ever, and let go. I think I finally understand that, so booty call is a perfect place to hold this relationship.