Lesson Learned
Well well lesson learned big time by this ol’ girl. After our “fight” the other night and me valiantly fighting my instincts of throwing a hissy fit and being an uber-bitch I managed to stick to my “feelings” words courtesy Rory Raye and boy did it every pay off. After the last text exchange, Peabody and I didn’t talk about Monday night. I did text him a simple good night but that was it till the next morning. About 7:45 he texted me like normal and I responded and then he blew up my phone for the next few hours texting me. Apparently he’d been doing a little research and found a music festival for this weekend he wanted to take me to out of the blue. Note, from the time we started talking Tuesday morning I acted completely normal. I had processed my hurt feelings and let it go and I was not on a mission to make him feel bad or guilty or anything. After a couple hours of texting and working he called me at work, very out of the ordinary, to make sure it...