not really much to do.
Last night Ray and I had the first BIG fight at our new place. He ended up leaving on his bike, and I took off in my car. Then, when we finally met up with each other, we refused to be the first one to say sorry. It is so weird. Just that when you fight with someone you care about, and you want so much to make up, but no one wants to be the actual one who breaks down. Is pride that important to us that we would give up a good relationship so that we would not have to admit that we were wrong?