Cabin fever strikes...
Tonight I thought I would have plans for dinner, or something, but it didn't happen. Another possibility to get out and do something fell through. I definitely need to get out. See people. Meet people. I'm almost not even sure where to begin.
I made plans and went out last night. Michael let me know today that I might not see him until late because he had confirmation class tonight, and I said, "Even if you do get home, I might be out, myself."
It was then that he had an epiphany that made me feel so much better. He realised something about the whole breakup situation, where the blame lay with HIM. Without me needing to tell him, and without me having necessarily even realised that it WAS part of it, he realised something that he'd done wrong, whether he ever meant to or not. (And no matter who did what wrong, I don't think anyone ever meant anything with malice, except for his parents. :)
I was so relieved, just because I now knew that he knew it really wasn't all my fault, despite what certain people who had a very one-sided viewpoint on the whole matter might have had him believe. People who put in their two bits and didn't care to listen when it was broken down and returned to them in change. People who I actually liked and respected, only to find out that they were fake. And even now, probably, still think they're right. And they're not. But they are entitled to their unenlightened opinions.
Anyway, I'm done yapping now. Instead, I will eat some fishsticks.
I made plans and went out last night. Michael let me know today that I might not see him until late because he had confirmation class tonight, and I said, "Even if you do get home, I might be out, myself."
It was then that he had an epiphany that made me feel so much better. He realised something about the whole breakup situation, where the blame lay with HIM. Without me needing to tell him, and without me having necessarily even realised that it WAS part of it, he realised something that he'd done wrong, whether he ever meant to or not. (And no matter who did what wrong, I don't think anyone ever meant anything with malice, except for his parents. :)
I was so relieved, just because I now knew that he knew it really wasn't all my fault, despite what certain people who had a very one-sided viewpoint on the whole matter might have had him believe. People who put in their two bits and didn't care to listen when it was broken down and returned to them in change. People who I actually liked and respected, only to find out that they were fake. And even now, probably, still think they're right. And they're not. But they are entitled to their unenlightened opinions.
Anyway, I'm done yapping now. Instead, I will eat some fishsticks.