Well, fuck you too

Austin and I keep getting in the same fight, and I'm starting to lose my patience. I can feel the venom creeping up my tongue and I want to lash out.. but I keep it cool because I know deep down that we're both wrong and there is no right answer to this.

Facts of the Situation:

1. I broke up with Austin, this is problematic as we live together. Lucky for us, we had a two bedroom, two bath place and each has their own sector of the house.
   
2. I quickly found someone new (not on purpose, just lucky) and this eats away at him because I am happy.. and getting laid.. and I'm happy.
   
3. I don't sleep at my place very often (because I have an awful tendency to eat and then try to watch a movie while laying on a couch.. this results in me being comatose. I don't stay at John's place because it's a preemptive decision, I end up staying because I suffer from some lame form of food coma.)
4. Austin just graduated college and was going to be getting a job and moving.
5. I still have another year of school.
6. Someone is taking over his spot in August, so he knows he has to move.
7. I paid the entire deposit and first and last months rent so that we could move into this place.
   

Austin says: I should move out because I'm the one who broke up with him and it's only fair that the last month he lives in this shitty college town he gets the place to himself. He claims he would move, but he can't because he needs the garage to finish his car (that was broken down for the duration of our four and a half year relationship), and that he's the one who deserves to live here.

I say: He just graduated, he should just get his car done and get out of Moscow. Use the pain to fuel progress and work hard. There is nothing in Moscow for him.. no friends left, nothing. I have to be in Moscow for another year and I've already found someone to take over his spot in August. He's being ridiculous because he's leaving.

I would feel worse if he too had another year of school left. Maybe if he actually had a reason for keeping our super sweet place, other than the fact that he doesn't want me to have it because he's depressed that I just wasn't happy anymore.

And I'm tired of apologizing for not being happy with what he could provide me. I'm not going to apologize for wanting something more and having the sense to seek it out. I'm not going to apologize for breaking up with him when I met another man who is more well suited to me.

I'm a cunt.. and I'm not going anywhere. I don't care how many times he tells me that I'm a shitty person for finding someone new. I don't care how many times he tells me that I'm the wrong one here. I just don't care anymore. There is no right answer in this. We are both wrong, so lets just deal with it for another month and move on with our lives.

A few years from now he'll realize that I did the right thing by breaking it off.

But for right now I'll just have to settle for being the cold-hearted bitch who's wrong, who has no friends and only cares about herself.

Which is why he's so upset that he doesn't have me anymore, I'm sure.