“Um, my deal is that I was trying to give you space since you are obviously in a bad mood.” I was trying to keep myself in check. I really didn’t want to get into a fight with him over something I had no control over and for reasons I didn’t know or understand.
“I’m not in a bad mood,” he said, anger rolling off of him. “And where do you get off assuming I’m mad?”
“Woah! Just hold up right there. Don’t march into my house and start yelling at me when I did absolutely nothing wrong. You’re the one that came in and barely said two words to me.” I was seething. What the hell was his problem?
“Fine! I’ll just leave. I don’t need this bullshit from you right now,” he said, throwing his keys on the table and walking out.
I was stunned. I had no idea where this was coming from, but I was too angry to stop him.
“Fine,” I yelled after he slammed the door and walked out.
And the pic tease...
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yay! you used the headstone pic! xoxox
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