I keep forgetting that he checks out that blog. You can say that I'm embarrassed right now, because I admitted to the whole world that I tried to seduce my husband, and it failed. Now he knows too. Don't I feel great?
I guess that T checked it out because I will not return his texts, or his tweets. I even sent Derek to deliver the Baked Ziti I made for him. It must be driving him crazy that I am ignoring him, and I know that he wants to talk to me about what happened, but I'm not ready yet. I still don't know what to say.
I've erased all of his text messages, but I think that I'll keep the last one that he sent--just to remind myself that I'm not a failure. This was his last message: "I read your blog. Don't you dare ever talk that way about yourself again!".
I felt like crying, but then I had to laugh. I know how mad he must have been when he read the post. I could see him now. He was probably cursing after he read it, and while he was sending me the text. He was mad at P for rejecting me--for sure--but also mad at me for getting down on myself. He hates it when I do that, almost as much as when I wear that over-sized sunflower cover-up t-shirt by the pool.
God, I want to talk to him. I miss my best friend.
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