i feel like chicken little, blogging about what i thought was the end. it wasnt. but first, thank you for the support, the kind words.
after i posted that entry, i really had to talk to him. i really didnt want it to end that way. and it could have, knowing that he is capable of standing his ground (proud as he is) and making good on his promise never to see me again.
i texted him - asked him not to go, asked him to talk to me and apologized for spending the night somewhere else. nr - no response.
i couldnt let him leave. so i got his packed luggage and brought this with me to the office. i felt deviously smart for 'hijacking' his things.
i was the walking dead going to work yesterday morning. it's a miracle i survived my meetings.
texted him again during lunch. and finally called him. he was home, in the condo and he just woke up. he asked where his things were. and he said he'd rather not talk about what happened.
went home last night. the chill in the air was very apparent. i didnt push the envelope, not wanting any conflagration.
the detente continues till today. i still want to talk about it, thresh it out because i dont want a repeat performance. i dont know how, without igniting his temper...
relationships - really take a lot of hardwork... during grey moments like these, you wonder whether it's worth all the trouble. honestly i cant answer it yet. but i guess questions like these shouldnt even be asked during grey moments...