This Is It

So, to anyone who has been following this circus, things have progressively gone from bad to worse. I'm about done with it, but at this point, I'm kinda not allowed to be due to one thing:

If I'm done, they're done.

And for his sake, and his only, I'm giving it one last try.

I like her, I really do. But she needs to grow up a little. And if this doesn't work, than I'm not going to continue with this pathetic banter back and forth. I can't live with it. I am who I am, and it's not going to change.

Tonight is meeting night; the four of us are going to have a talk. Though it was her idea to have all four of us there, I hope that she doesn't feel we're ganging up on her, because we all believe (for the most part) that she is in the wrong with this whole thing.

I'm going to say my piece, and try to understand what she is upset about. But if it goes nowhere, and she keeps bringing up the past without trying to move forward, then I have to be done.

I can only take so much, and I'm at my emotional breaking point, as much as I hate to admit it.

I suppose I'll update after the dust settles.

Wish me luck.