My brain has shut down from shock

Good Lord! I'm still stuttering. From out of the blue, I get the strangest phone call yesterday from someone I haven't seen in over a year, and haven't had any kind of "real" conversation with in at least that long. He dropped off the face of the planet without a word or explaination. I sat through the entire half hour long conversation with my jaw in my lap, unable to form much of a coherent thought. How do you respond to it? I mean, he asked me if I was angry with him. It was a year ago! Do you have any idea how much energy it would take to STILL be pissed at him after all this time? What the hell would be the point? I moved past it. It was his choice to drop out of my life. Yeah, I was upset about it then. I was worried about him. I heard that he wasn't doing well, but he refused to return my phone calls. I wasn't able to help him. For my own sanity, I needed to move forward. I couldn't sit there and worry about a complete unknown.

Now he calls, and is depressed and feeling horrible... again or still I don't know, 'cause he disappeared. And, what happens to me? I get sucked right back in, because no matter how crappy he's treated me, he was my friend at one time, and for that alone, I will always be there for him, whatever he would need. *plasters sticker on forehead that reads: DOORMAT* But, I do have to say this. I will not be treated like that again. He says he's coming to see me. There are a number of times when he has made plans to come see me, and then not shown up, without a word... usually for days after. Not returning my calls when I am wondering if he's been in an accident and lying on the side of the road, or if he got into a fight with his ex and broke his phone... Like there is no other phone in the greater Pgh area. And yes, that was an actual excuse that was given at one point when he didn't show up and/or call or RETURN my call. I'll be there for him, obviously. His treatment of me seriously needs to change (or frankly, he'll lose vital body parts as a result of an attack by Peanut... whoops). But, I am at least going into this with zero expectations. At least that is what I am trying to do. We'll see how it goes as it get closer to the day he is supposed to see me. He really hurt me once. I don't intend to allow him that opportunity again.

Ok, on the brighter side of things, I got my stitches out today and Friday is my last rehab session. Yeah! Some good things to counteract this weird crap happening with my "friend." I'm not allowed to work for at least 2 more weeks though, which sucks. I miss swinging the sledgehammer and cutting pipes and getting dirty.

Well, I've got too many things running through my head and I don't wanna bore everyone with the continuing drama and crap as mentioned above. So, I'm off to sit down and write it all out and see where that leads me.