25000 steps

We started the day with a morning walk down to the harbor/village. On our way back, we met a lovely Swedish couple and got a lot of tips. Unfortunately, they are leaving the island tomorrow as they are heading to the next place where they will stay for a month.
I’m having some issues with both fonts and uploading images here, so my intended therapy and photo sharing is going somewhat poorly.
After meeting the Swedes, we managed to find a place with vegetarian food and lots of health smoothies, so Indra was more than satisfied and has breakfast plans for the trip.
Back at the hotel, the sea had found its way into the entire bay, and what a fantastic beach we have here! I’m generally known as a beach wuss, but I have been in the sea several times.
Had lunch at the same place we had dinner at yesterday. I chose Chicken with garlic and pepper. Wanting Indra, I ordered a Papaya salad 'not that spicy'... next time it’ll have to be 'no spicy at all'. After another hour or so of sun and reading, we went for a massage. Fortunately, we met the Swedish couple who told us both about Moken village and that we shouldn't choose the nearest massage, but go to Rose, and it was so worth it. I was in agony with shoulder pain, and I had just gotten cortisone almost five days ago. While we were at the massage, XX had managed to react to a message in our conversation which she later deleted, so obviously a mistake, but it sparked thoughts since she and X had both turned green for the rest of the day... imagine how she must have felt sitting in the same staff room and having to see her ex-friend and colleague pull out their phone to see that X and 'the friend' turned green at the same time on Messenger. Yes, the story he told about the mother who helped but quickly got dropped was not so truthful. During our first date, he kept saying over and over that he never lies, too honest for his own good, etc. He lied several times during that date... about infidelity, that he hadn't had sex in years, that he hadn't slept in the same bedroom as XX since they moved to town, etc. According to XX, the real story is that she asked X to help 'the friend', and that kicked off a long and terribly sleazy affair that was the talk of the entire 'village'. It happened openly, and he refused to back down despite X asking him to, talking to 'the friend', etc. She said they had been caught all over the place, including being locked in the office. So sick that his own version made me elevate him almost to the skies. On Traditions Day this year, X said he went to the village at 11, but several people tell that he was seen only at 3 when he had his assignment. I was not there, so I don’t know what was what. As he had thrown out, I wasn't welcome, only to change to say that it wasn't him holding that day, so it wasn't him who would ask for help with media matters. I got fed up there and then, and couldn't even respond when he reached out. He was a little keen but went quiet for a day, then sent a message again. I replied that we could meet, but I wanted to meet in a public place, and that he should address me with respect. We met at the café where we had our first meeting. He showed up scruffy, without a hug, and didn’t offer to buy coffee, so I thought this was goodbye. But he sat and cried openly, and said verbatim that he could beat himself to an unrecognizable state for what he had done to me. I fell for his performance but gave him an ultimatum. He accepted that fully and had big plans for that evening, but then backed out entirely. Sure, we had had two high-flying evenings that week, but also phone calls where he had flipped out and gone on, and I had to calm things down and get us back on track. I had also gotten a bit tougher and didn’t send things and ask for apologies anymore. As I told my daughter on Thursday, I might just be a little tired of it all, and that’s why I’m not so hysterical about saving us and affirming him.
Back to Thailand. After the massage, we went home and ordered a 'taxi' to 'long beach' and ended up at cozy Bamboo, watched the sunset, and ate well. Two large Singhas, spring rolls, satay, and stir-fried cashew with chicken, 730 baht. Stubborn as we are, we went home and scraped together 25000 steps. Nice, but it feels a bit in the flip-flop feet.
I can say that the recording is an EXACT copy of most of what I have.
I knew even before I heard what he was going to say in the next sentence....
On one hand, he's cold, hard, and unempathetic. Next, flirtatious, charming, and articulate (when it serves his own gain), but in both cases, a totally false image of himself. All to hide poor self-esteem.
It is also a lie about the last time we had sex. It was after I moved, I think. He was careful to ask for