I sound like a broken record

El Tóxico called me today and called in the dinner I promised him when he took me to the aeropuerto at 6:30 a.m. on Thursday. Sounds harmless, no?

I make dinner, we eat, Offspring goes upstairs, and Tóxico is his usual insensitive self as he makes the offhanded remark that he wouldn't date this particular friend he has because she's "too old"" (she's 36..and he's 35...what?!). That he wants to be serious with someone younger so they're not "in a rush" to have children. What?!

I start telling him how ridiculous that is and that it's insensitive to say that to me (given that I'm not far from 36). He says he sees nothing wrong with his ideal age being 28-30 (I think it's asinine to have an age range). We get into a heated conversation where I tell him he has spent the last few years hurting women and that no one is ever good enough and there's always a cop-out and his response is that "they move on and get over it." I say, uh, no, in fact, they don't get over it...which is why la maestra, the hairstylist, and I still hang around.

He tells me I'm overreacting and taking it personally and I tell him I'm tired of listening to all his insensitive remarks and I overreact because he never addresses the real shit. He says he's not going to stay and be insulted and that "we tried and it didn't work" and as he leaves he says, "I'm sorry for upsetting you." I say nothing but think, I'm sorry you suck.

So, maybe now we won't talk for awhile. Or ever. And really, would that be so bad? Sadly, the answer is a resounding NO.

I feel like I'm beating my head against a brick wall and it's been bleeding for a long time and I'm finally asking for some ice. Now if I could just move away from the wall...