I get woken up by a phone call from A…
‘Hello’ I answer
‘How are you’ he asks softly, I can hear he just woke up and is half asleep and confused.
‘I’m so sorry, I don’t know what happened, I was being such a show off and a douche and now I woke up and my bunz isn’t here with’ he says sighing,
‘Thats because bunz is at bitch avenue’ I say and I swear he can hear me shaking my heads as my lips start to tremble and I can feel my tears are about to escape.
‘I’m so sorry’
‘Do you want to see me today?’ he asks desperately.
‘I do, I’ll shower and get dressed, I just need a little time to think and I’ll be there’.
Crawled back into bed and cried… There is a part of me that wants to rip his head off. A part of me that is furious and hurt and distraught. Then there is my heart that accepts the apology and loves him still and forgives him and knows that I need to keep going. A part of me that will allow one fight and forgive him and move on.
When I got to his house he was still sleeping. He held me, said sorry. Said it would never happen again and he hates being the reason I cry.
‘I was so terrified that you were going to walk in and say its over and leave’ he said sadly.
‘My bunz, don’t think I’m going to give up on us so easily, just because you were an idiot for one night, doesn’t mean its going to ruin this. We’re worth so much more than that!’ I said and kissed him on his forehead 🙂
He took us for breakfast and the hard-rock cafe and bought me a t shirt to say sorry 🙂