BTDT.
J. and I got in a huge argument Tuesday night in the parking lot of Macaroni Grill. I was crying so much that I asked him to drive me home. He went out to get something to eat, I guess, but I went straight to bed in the guest room.
I got a very apologetic email Wed morning at work and I came home to flowers (roses + something else) which were pink AND yellow 'because [I'm his] lover AND friend' and a dled Josh Hoge CD I'd wanted since we went to his concert a couple weeks ago and a card with a nice handwritten message inside.
They can be taught, but it sure sucks teaching.
