Imagine the scenario: To celebrate Labor Day, he wants to head to a bar, and she wants to take advantage of the college library. They have a plan- he texts her when he feels drunk enough, she'll pick him up, and they'll get dinner. But the bar isn't open, and he ends up at the one walking distance from their apartment. She forgets that the door is locked, and that she holds the key.
Fast forward about an hour and a half. She's in line at the store with dinner, and she gets a text. Oops! She answers that she's sorry, and on her way home. And when she gets there, she sees that he has kicked in the door.
What the fuck, man? To make a long story much shorter, he spent the remainder of the night being a jerkface. Rather than snap at him, I stayed silent and let him do his thing. He let me be, and fell asleep on the couch.
Of course, in the middle of the night he came back to our bed. I didn't snuggle, or really acknowledge him. I wasn't mad anymore- I'd fixed the door, handywoman that I am- but I wasn't ready to gloss over it, either.
So this morning, he comes to wake me up before he goes to work(ahh, now he remembers). He hugged me, and I was nice again, because I felt that was the closest to an apology as I was likely to get. But lo, during his lunch he texted me again:
"What I did was really stupid. I'm sorry."
Okay, sweetheart. All is forgiven. I'm proud of you for apologizing, even when you knew I'd let you off the hook without it. I love you. I'll see you when I get home.
That was beautiful. <3
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