Dark all of 36 hours before she calls, bawling, to apologize for where we are, for not having tried hard enough, for loosing our trust. Apologized because we had such a beautiful thing and she's ruined it. Apologized because it's too late and we can never go back.
I said nothing and just let her go while I continued working on the spreadsheet/report I was doing for work. At the end, I tried to add in a little not-much-of-anything and she told me not to say anything. She just wanted to call to tell me that. I said, ok and hung up.
This has been good practice for me. I didn't continue to ride the roller coaster, getting off almost immediately after calming down from the fight. She is obviously still strapped in tight. Hang on baby, it's gonna be a rough ride - what out for that first drop off; it's a doozy. And those loop-d-loops; oh boy!
If I wasn't so sick of all this, I'd think this was funny, as SMIL called it beautifully - appears as if she's starting to crash. Next few weeks will be interesting, for sure. I certainly can empathize with what she's going though, I'm just a little to worn out from all of this to care. She's in the midst of finals right now. When they are over, she's gonna crash and burn hard. Get ready for the pull-back. Load the coaster. Here we go again.
Betcha $10 she comes on to me soon. Perhaps it's time for an extended vacation with D soon, so we can get away from this for a while.
"Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending." - Maria Robinson
M: 45 WAW: 36 T: 17 M: 14 Kids: D9 ILYBNILWY: 6/2010 W left: 2/2011 W back: 2/2012