impaling

That's what it feels like.

Yesterday, after she left, she called. I was outside, I see the call and return it. No answer. She calls back, she wants to know what colors I wear, she is buying some new make up. Matte Medium & Strawberry Fudge (all you clinique users get it)

That's all she wanted.

Today, at work, I look up, there she is, standing by the accessories, sans hair.

She has cut her hair off, all of it. She looks like a boy, in her boy pants, her boy shirt, her boxers and her boy haircut. Why did she want the make up then?

Do you like it?
No, you knew I wouldn't.

Is my phone still in my name?
Yes. Change the billing address and you can have it back. Sprint sends collection notices every week and they aren't coming here if she doesn't pay her bill.

OK, that's all I wanted.

Why didn't she call? Why did she call? I wish she would just go, go into the navy and start her life. I know that is bad, but I have resolved myself to not having a relationship with her, I don't want freaking peek a boo games with her.

She called Hannah today offering to bring a shake and or burger. Hannah told her she wasn't allowed over without us. That is hard for Hannah to do, but she knows the trouble that would ensue, not only for her, but for Ashley as well.

Rolling my eyes ..... Now that I have told her, it's over, I have seen and spoken to her more than the past three months combined.

Why is that? Impaling