Yesterday he was grumpy in the morning, walking me to and from yoga. We had a lovely nap together and things were good. I went to see my best friend and felt empowered by her reminding me of things like, You are the best what on earth does he need to think about? When I walked Kungsgatan back and texted him to meet up, we did meet up and he got upset for me taking a different route, accused me of walking wobbly and of taking drugs at her house, got upset because there was no American bar at Haymarket, where I meant at the Haymarket hotel. Etc, etc. I felt strong and fierce and really told him off that this behavior and these ridiculous accusations have to stop. We had some beers at the international and cleared the air and could laugh about it. Things were great and fun.
Earlier tonight, I lied to my boyfriend for the first time. He asked me if I had done any drugs. I said that I had smoked weed maybe ten different times while in the U.S. (True). I said that I had tried coke once, seventeen years ago while I was living in Las Vegas and had been opposing my friends there who used it for months. (True). Then he said, But I thought you took some pills as well, I said no. (False). He kept looking at me, I said no, he said why are you looking so funny, I said because I lied. Yes, I did try Molly once. Seven years ago at a party. (True). I don't know why I lied, I guess it was because the conversation was making me feel uncomfortable. Because I hate drugs. Anyone who actually does drugs recreationally would know that my 38-year-old level of experience with drugs is nothing . But it's not nothing. I did theses things, so I can't say I did nothing, although I did do next to nothing. And now he feels, or this already confirms his feeling, that he ...
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