Yes, Jamie, that's my plan. I plan to run away forever. Actually, I've found that I'm doing quite well in my loveless, boyless existence. It took a while (the having-my-heart-ripped-out-my-ass thing, as Erica so eloquently put it, did a number on me), but I'm fine - better than fine - these days. Honestly, if I still had that boy things would be completely different for me right now. Let me make a list:

1. I wouldn't have applied for grad schools so frickin' far away, but HE would have applied to schools all over the country one year later, and HE would have gotten in, and HE would have left me.

2. I would have to spend my birthdays wondering why the hell it's so damn hard for him to pick up the goddamn phone - or even drop an email - to say "Happy goddamn birthday." (That's right, kids...he managed to forget a fucking 4th of July birthday.) Oh my god. I was SOOOO low maintenance. I just wanted a damn email. No visit, no present...

3. I would have to scrounge rides to Madison all the frickin' time, because (at least, in the last year or so) HE never tried to find a ride to ME.

4. I would be living my life hating and fearing his mean-ass bitch-of-a-mother, especially now that his dad isn't around to offset her. There would be nobody left to treat my like a human being in that house. (Not that there would have been anyway; Dr. Henry left them. Good for him, though...he should have done that much earlier.)

OK, this list could be a lot longer, but I have to go move my car. My meter expired about five minutes ago. Shit.