When I was a kid, I thought adults would grow out of relationship BS ...
I've been home for a few days and already, my hair is on edge. Mary showed up at my doorstep, beer in hand, contrition in her eyes. She's upset. I know this. Upset with herself and upset at me. I'm not really sure why she's upset with me, despite deep conversations and some wonderful nights together, I am still not sure about why she is upset with me. I reserve that right - to be upset with her. But I also knew that our momentary split was inevitable. I just need us on good footing right now. I need her help. I need to confess rules I have broken and get her help as I move forward with the plans Mulder, Scully, and I formed on a porch in a farmhouse in Virginia. I need to tell her the truth about my own truth and history. So I need us on good footing. But that doesn't mean just clearing the air. It means true forgiveness and I realized this morning, when she said something smug and cutting, something I'd usually laugh at and then respond with my own smug and cutting remark, that I still haven't forgiven her for her transgressions.
We need to work this out. I need to work this out. Now. I need my best friend and my lover back. I need her help and support. And I need it now.
We need to work this out. I need to work this out. Now. I need my best friend and my lover back. I need her help and support. And I need it now.