The Promise of a New Day

So. To complete the circle I started last time.

We had it out, it ended with "I think I need a weekend off from you!"

I get a message around 11. I'm working at big, ugly blue place and SLPTG knows this. I retrieve said message about 3:00. Short day. Yeah!

Message something to the effect of: didn't mean to say that, want to talk tonight.

Umm? What? No, "I'm sorry," no, "If you would like to, I'd like to talk."

So, many hours later, I return the call. That's when the apology happens. OK, that's a start. Well. She wants to get together and talk. Umm, ok, 24 hours ago you wanted a weekend off, now you want to talk. Make up your fucking mind.

She pleads, I resist. She begs, I resist. Finally I let go. OK, fine. Let's do it. Let's work this motherfucker out. Once and for all. As Mills Lane says, "Get it on."

So, lots of confessing, divulging, tears, etc. later. She feels responsible (hello?), she feels like she's the reason we argue so much (hello?) and she feels like she needs to do some thinking to figure out how to make it better (ok, we're making progress).

OK, that's a start. OK, I'm supposed to complete forgive the comments made the previous day. "They were made when I was mad. You can't take that and hold it against me, I was angry." Well. That's a load of crap. Much sorting out continues, and we think we're on the road. The road to whoknowswhere.


-Rusty.