No word yet

I figure he will call when he wants to see Giselle. I wrote him a letter that I will send on Monday. I know it won't matter and there is a one percent chance that I might have spoken to him by the time he gets it but I needed to do it. To let him know exactly what has been on my mind since Wednesday. If I knew how to copy and paste it (it's not in MSWord) to the blog I would. Oh well. It just hurts. I don't know how else to react. I'm angry and hurt and I am channeling an early Alanis right now. I am bitter and cynical and I don't even care anymore. I'm done. I don't want to do this anymore.