Metaphors gone wild.
She emailed me back last night.
Last week, I had emailed her with saying more or less "wtf? what did i do?".
I typed the reply partially this morning, partially tonight. One thing I realized, as I typed, and realized all the things I wanted to say: No matter what I say, or how this goes, there's almost no way this could turn out in any way thats good for me.
Given that I've pretty much accepted that at this point, I went with being as straightforward and honest as I could, about everything. We'll see how badly this turns out, but now I can at least feel somewhat good that I'm not leaving anything unsaid.
I suppose technically the ball's now in her court. But I'm going to try and stop playing the game.
Last week, I had emailed her with saying more or less "wtf? what did i do?".
I typed the reply partially this morning, partially tonight. One thing I realized, as I typed, and realized all the things I wanted to say: No matter what I say, or how this goes, there's almost no way this could turn out in any way thats good for me.
Given that I've pretty much accepted that at this point, I went with being as straightforward and honest as I could, about everything. We'll see how badly this turns out, but now I can at least feel somewhat good that I'm not leaving anything unsaid.
I suppose technically the ball's now in her court. But I'm going to try and stop playing the game.