I’m not sure how I was the one who ended up on the couch this time. Her point was well made. Mine was even better, so I thought. I might have had a few indiscrepancies with my story. She didn’t have to ask for so many details. It didn’t matter I was a few hours off. In my mind’s time frame, I was spot on. I knew I would get home, eventually. It wasn’t like I was leaving forever. I was just going to be a little late. Okay, a lot late but I am here now. So why am I on the couch? I took a shower. It wasn’t like she was going to get germs or anything. Let’s be adults here. Sometimes you need some adventure, right? Something new to rattle the doldrums of everyday life. Okay, I should have at least given her a heads up but it was a spur of the moment decision. And yes, I was carrying my phone, but I was going with the flow. No time to stop and make a call. Okay maybe I should have called.
I am so tired of this. I just want to be left alone. She knew that too, since I am now on the couch.