The last couple days, I was leaning toward the decision to hold off on internally putting the bond to sleep because Eric is sick and I don't believe in kicking anyone when they're already down.

But then tonight, he posted a whole bunch about country music as if there was anything redeeming or even redeemable in the scene (there isn't, regardless the genitalia of the singers, the problem is country twang on vocals are offkey as fuck, the songwriting is designed to pander to the lowest common denominator of confederate flag waving trumpies,  and the scene is a known promoter of bigotry and entitled white identity politics -- the only reason Rascal Flatts ever bought Eric's song Never Been to Memphis is because it's an ode to glorifying and rewriting post-antebellum southern white history and romanticizing southern white chicks -- the same song but changing the city to Detroit or Chicago or Seattle or Boston or any city that isn't south of the Mason-Dixon Line would not have been of interest to their team because it would not have been an attempt to redeem southern white identity -- it is an incredibly problematic song he wrote. And never a favorite of mine as a result.) And then he was once again promoting and endorsing The High Women (whose harmonies ALL sound terrible -- mostly because Maren Morris has a shite voice  even before she twangs it and I genuinely doubt she could hit a note true if had a tuner visibly in front of her to tell her what notes she's actually producing..... She is so TERRIBLE. I have nothing good to say about Maren Morris, anything she has sung, or anything she does, tbh.)

It gave me an immediate visceral ick revulsion reaction toward Eric himself. not to the band, but to HIM. The fact he did that, that he expected anything good from anyone/anything tied to the country scene (even a PlayStation game) and then defended, well, anything or anyone to do with the country music scene, it gave me the icks quite intensely.

I'm going to finish watering my plants at work right now, but I'm definitely currently in the camp of genuinely asking myself, "Eh. I lose nothing that's good in my life by letting Eric go at this point, do I? Why did I expect anything else from him? When was the last time he did ANYTHING that didn't cause me pain or cause me a visceral ick reaction anyway? What am I even holding on for?"

I'm not going to do anything while taking care of my plants -- the plants only deserve love and my full attention without any negativity. But, y'know, that's where I'm currently at after he did that tonight.  And once again, Eric has nobody to blame but himself and who he's twisted himself into to try to fit in with the peer pressure of others (most notably, again, Jessie and Britt and their Nashville country chick friends that Jessie keeps introducing into their lives.)

I'll make up my mind what I'm going to do after my work plants are all taken care of. But first, refilling the kettle for another cuppa tea.