It's useless to hold my breath, though, because I know she isn't calling me back tonight. I had planned on relaxing tonight, considering I read and did work before class today. But Lucy wanted my schedule to fit hers, and because I wasn't completely enthusiastic about staying on the phone and studying for the next few hours, she hung up on me and now she won't talk to me.
It wasn't too long ago when Lucy told me that she wanted us to really limit our time on the phone together. When we came to that agreement, I immediately told her that I was going to put my foot down and it was going to lead to fights. I saw this coming a long time ago.
I wanted to watch the game tonight, after she reminded me of it, but after she mentioned it a few times that she wants me to study, I told her that I would talk to her instead. I fucking hate fighting more than anything. I hate being the cause of Lucy's unhappiness, and I hate not knowing how she's feeling because she won't talk to me.--
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Well she called in tears and wouldn't stay on the line with me. She just said good night and hung up.
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