As I was journeying home from dropping off my boyfriend to his parents’ house, I talked with my best friend for a while. I told her that I was guessing my second night of sleeping alone would be harder than the first. Last night, I was exhausted when I got home. Got the dogs to pee before heading inside (then pretty much ran to the bathroom to relieve my very full bladder), made sure the dogs had food and water, and then I went into the bedroom. I let the dogs in (the bedroom), too. I choked up a little, but took a big breath and told myself to keep my big girl pants on. I gathered my boyfriend’s computer and various cords and plugged it all in so that I could watch TV in the bedroom. I watched an episode of Eureka… Then I read from my book (I think I read 3 chapters). Then I turned out the light and laid there for a long time. I pulled Harley (pitbull/lab mix) close to me and finally drifted off to sleep.
This morning I got up, ate breakfast, took the dogs out, fed/watered the dogs, and then got dressed. I dropped by 7-11 on my way to a meeting to grab coffee. After said meeting I went back home to let the dogs out again and to grab lunch. I called my boyfriend to say good morning.
Me: Oh. Sorry. Didn’t mean to bother you.
Him: You called at a bad time.
Me: Ok. Bye.
Then the crying ensued. I was so hurt. I just wanted to say good morning, to hear his voice since I couldn’t actually see him. He called me back about five minutes later, apologizing for being a selfish bastard and an asshole. He ended up making me laugh and things are back to “normal,” whatever that means.
This is going to be a long two months…