I've been delaying this blog entry for about 5 days and I've finally come to write it. *sigh*
So last Wednesday I met Jon at the beach and we did a little bit of walk. Actually, a lot of walking..damn near 2 miles. We hardly spoke though which always makes me weary since it usually means he has something on his mind. He walked all the way from his house to the beach which is more than 5 miles..so he was really thinking. On our way back we actually had the conversation I was waiting for. Talked about feelings and what not and things that should have been said a LONG time ago. It seems there was a lot of miscommunication on both our parts. When we finally got back to my car we drove around some more and he told me he's trying to move away by Labor Day. And then the bomb was dropped. Phoebe is doing research and they're going to pick a state adjacent to Virginia( since he still has duty once a month) and they're going to move in together. Later followed by, "I love you as well".

Needless to say, I'm not happy about it. But it seems as over the weekend she had felt bad for being with some other guy and drove to VA to apologize. I'm assuming it was after that they decided to move in together. I know on some unfathomable level she thinks this is a wonderful idea even though she has no idea who he is and what really goes on with him..don't think she'd be too pleased if she knew. He, on the other hand, told me he wants to do this to see "if they're meant for each other". Obviously, if you have cheated on someone you supposedly love each time you've dated them you don't love them. Moving in together isn't going to make the situation with them better.

I don't know what I'm going to do. I'm dreading the fact that of course when I tell people that he's gone I'll hear the "Good! He's [insert snide word here]" and a whole bunch of crap and everyone will probably want to talk to me again. Meh. Over it.