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We had our first fight today...it was weird sinc ethe time we have been together we fought. It was stupid I guess and he was pushing me into a corner where I didn't want to be. I lashed out and he said it needed to be done. For once I stood up for myself but he talked over me. Cutting me off and saying I didn't know what I was talking about. I yelled, my temper grew and I wanted to scream at him. He was being so ignorant. I had forgotten why we even started to fight but I couldn't stop. No more, I hung up the phone and cried. It hurt more than I expected, thought it could have felt. My phone beeps, he wrote me a long apology text. My reply was harsh for him to be a man and say to me and not text me it behind his fear. Minutes went by and I felt ill, my stomach hurt and clenched. He called, but I took my time to answer it. "I am sorry...for what I said." I leaned into the palm of my hand and wiped my face with my hand. "It's okay." It was quiet on the other end. "I love you." A smile spread on my face out of habit. "I love you too." I soft sigh was heard on the oppisite line. "Are you crying?" My eyes were puffy and red, they hurt from the salt fo my tears. "I was." It was a silent again. "Please don't, I am sad when you are." I sighed deeply. "I know, go to bed you have PT." A creeking sound was heard. "I am in bed now...I love you baby." Again the smile crept up on me. "I love you, g'night." Click.
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