A Tale of Two Diaries
Her Diary.
He was in an odd mood Saturday night so we planned to meet at a bar 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 should 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 that meant because he didn’t say it back or anything.
We finally got back home and I was seriously wondering if he was going to leave me!
So I tried to get him to talk but he just switched on the TV.
Reluctantly, I said I was going to go to bed. Then after about 10 minutes, he joined me and to my surprise, 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.
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His Diary.
Arsenal lost. Got laid though.