Angel's Craft
TWO SIDES TO A STORY
There are always two sides to the story:
A) Her side of the story:
He was in an odd mood Saturday night. We planned to meet at a pub
for a drink.
I spent the afternoon shopping with the girls and I thought it
might have been my fault, because I was a bit later than I promised, but he
didn't say anything much about it.
The conversation was very slow going so I thought we would go off
somewhere more intimate so we could talk more privately.
We went to this restaurant and he was STILL acting a bit funny, I
tried to cheer him up and started to wonder whether it was me or something
else.
I asked him, and he said no. But I wasn't really sure. So anyway,
in the car on the way back home, I said that I loved him deeply and he just put
his arm around me.
I didn't know what the hell that meant because you know he didn't
say it back or anything, this is really worrying me.
We finally got back home and I was wondering if he was going to
leave me!
So I tried to get him to talk but he just switched on the TV, and
sat with a distant look in his eyes that seemed to say it's all over between
us.
Reluctantly, I said I was going to go to bed. Then after about 10
minutes, he joined me and to my surprise, he responded to my advances and we
made love. But, he still seemed really distracted, so afterwards I just wanted
to confront him but I just cried myself to sleep.
I just don't know what to do anymore. I mean, I really think he's
seeing someone else and that my life is a disaster .. .. .. .. ..
B) His side of the story:
Footy Team lost.
Got a root though.
PS For non Australians, footy = football, root = mmphh.
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