A week after I moved to Halifax, there was an event at the temple. I wanted to go and Anna and Peter were taking me. Anna was fabulously throwing me a 'Welcome to Halifax' party so that I could meet her friends and build a support network of sorts while I was there. She was such a sweetheart!
About a month had passed and I had yet to speak to Walter. He had deleted me off Skype after I brushed him off at the temple. I'm not sure what he expected me to do - after everything, why would I want to speak to him? He then stopped attending any function which would have any remote chance that I may also be there. I didn't mind - if he wanted to act like a child, then so be it. I had no issues with him being around and I would be cordial, but that's as far as it went.
The last straw was Anna's surprise birthday party. Walter chose the most inopportune time to speak with Peter about not wanting to come to the party, and then became upset when Peter couldn't give him his full attention. He barely spoke to Peter after that. Seriously? Are we five years old now? Who does that? Man up, Walter. Man. Up.
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