Young and I are going to break up tonight (if I'm awake by the time he gets in, which I probably won't be). I really don't want to but ummm I don't know the whole thing just hurts. Blah...
I asked him if he wanted me to fly over and visit him in [where he is now living] and he (eventually, after much avoiding the subject) said no. I told him how that made me feel and he said he can't do this anymore, so I said fine, when you get home, let's talk. *sigh* I love his fucking guts and this sucks.
Still no news from Luke re: whether or not we are breaking up as well. The likelihood of me being able to deal with two breakups in as many weeks is probably better than dealing with just one, to be honest. But I can't predict how I'll cope with it to be honest. I'm hoping I'll get detached.
If this new legislation is brought in that is calling for prostitutes to have their fingerprints on file I won't be able to continue doing sex work (not legally anyway... and this isn't something I want to do illegally). Fucking hell.
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