i was poisoned

we had a beautiful dinner. delicious, healthy, plentiful. comfort and exotic food. then a few minutes later, we finished with a browine. a perfect, delcious dark chocolate brownie with cream cheese topping and mini-chocolate chips.
"mmmm! this is delicious, i said. "where did it come from?" i could swear i'd had it before.
and she told me that it came from him.
i broke down, i couldn't finish it, i left. for the first time ever, i just up and left her place. she poisoned me. with his brownie, his love, his lovely brownie.
then i came back here and called him and yelled at him for doing that. for making delicious brownies, not with or for me.
he told me he didn't really understand what i was so upset about.
i told him that i didn't know how he could just go on with life, hang out, go to parties, make brownies. i told him i was pissed that he stole my friend for cartoons and he'd steal my friend again for tv on tuesday.
i am pissed about that.
super pissed.
but there's nothing i can do. it's my choice, and i have to go through it. don't i? or don't i?? i told him i was pissed that he got to watch all the fun tv with our friend and then he was just gonna come over here on wednesday and get laid. i told him i didn't think that was cool, on principle. (even though he and i both know i have the upper hand here.)
ugh. anyway. that's that. how'm i gonna get through this??