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So querrelle and I have split. 3 weeks after my arrival. I am unhappy but not devastated, if that makes any sense (it does to me).

On the weekend we had a blow-out fight. I’ve had such disagreements before with people, but this was the 2nd time Max and I had one when there seemed no genuine way to reach a place we both felt some relief and comfort, or where we better understood one another. Yes we managed to avoid being assholes to one another, but I certainly was very upset that we were unable, in the crunch moment when it’s absolutely vital, to see the person we each fell in love with. We were both too confused, angry and hurt.

So in the coming weeks I’ll be tidying things up here and making my way back to Vancouver, by mid-February. My 40th is at the end of Feb, and if I’m not gonna be with my lover her in Sydney, I’d rather be with my posse in Vancouver.

Sorry folks, no villains, no drama, just life.

Can’t forget, won’t regret what I did for love. . .