This morning came too early. It's Saturday...what am I doing up? I think I'll take some aspirin and go back to bed. No one call for at least five hours.
::Last night, right after dinner, several attempted calls:: Danny...I'm sorry, okay? Will you just pick up your phone and talk to me a minute? I'll be walking around for awhile, just call me...please...call me.."
I wish I would learn to keep my foot out of my mouth. I wish I had told him what he wanted to hear last night. Played the supportive friend. It's all he wanted. Confirmation.
We've gotten in arguments before, where one of us will walk away...but last night, he walked past me with out a second glance. Without a glare, a disappointed look...even when I called his name...he just walked away, like I wasn't there...