Ron and I had been on good terms. He called last night and we talked for quite a while, he told me about his decision to move in with his friend in Orange County, all in all it was a good chat.

Then today, he insisted on knowing about the "good friend" I had lost, that I wrote about in an earlier entry. I didn't want to tell him for several reasons, but he insisted. So I told him.

I "lost" this friend because I knew the feelings I were having weren't healthy and weren't going to help my situation any. So I told him we couldn't be friends right now. It was hard for me, because he WAS such a good friend, but I knew I had to do it. A lot of things needed to change in my life, and that was one of them.

I knew Ron would be upset, which is why I hadn't wanted to tell him. It wasn't his business anyway. What I didn't expect was to be called "disgusting, sick, a dog," etc.

So, I told Ron that I would never tell him anything personal again. Not much point in having a friend if all they will do is insult you. So he said there wasn't much point in having a friendship. I agreed. He said "Fuck you Chase," and I hung up.

The End.

P.S. For those of you sick of hearing about it, this will be the last entry mentioning him.

P.P.S. If interested, you can see the wonderful things he wrote here: http://urbanhick.livejournal.com/