Tonight, I'm letting Beringer's Moscato keep me company.
I did something terrible. Something that a 44 year old woman should know better than to do. I shared something about my relationship with a friend instead of talking about it with Mr.P. I know how he feels about that, and for at least that reason, I should have not done that.
I tried to apologize for that, but I don't think he's at all interested in my apology or anything else. I can't help but to think that he's not interested in building a relationship with me. If one mistake can send him away like this, I think it's pretty clear that he's not as invested as I need him to be.
So... long story made short: letting go in 5...4...3...2... go...
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