So of course he came back. I totally expected what was to come, the apologies and regret that always comes with nights blown off with booze. I tried to prepare myself, be strong and angry, harden my heart. It worked for a little while, long enough to prove my point. I will not be disrespected. All I can give is one more chance, I don't even know why but I will, just this one time. So here I am again, confused because I had made up my mind but then he changed it. I feel like a sucker on one hand but on the other hand, I am not a perfect person and don't expect anyone else to be either.