Round 4

We had a fight. It was because I didn't talk to him for forty eight hours. I guess I should have given him some warning, but that wasn't the point. I needed space, and sometimes, I am the only one who is in control of that.

We had a nasty ol' fight. At least, it felt nasty. I said, I didn't know how I felt, and that I needed time. It took me a while to figure out what I was thinking. He said he had needed me, that I wasn't there for him, that he wished I'd been more honest. I said I wasn't being dishonest in my silence! I didn't think it was fair to me or the missionary that she doesn't even know about me; if we really are just friends why couldn't he talk about me? He said he told her about us going to his sister's. He KNOWS she would be ok with all the time we spend together. He had a terrible week. Why wasn't I there for him? Why didn't he tell me? How was I supposed to know that things were bad when he doesn't tell and when he only says, "my day was stellar, my day was great." Perfect Perfect. He says he sent three texts and didn't get answers till the next day.
I said I didn't mean to hurt him. I said that I hated how angry I was at him. I hadn't meant to teach him a lesson. He said I had hurt him, and had taught him a lesson. I taught him that you can't depend on people and they are never there for you. That I only let him down. I said "Woah. Ok. Lesson learned, class dismissed. See you around." Then he asked if he was supposed to sugar coat that for me. He said in the entire conversation I didn't even say sorry.
I didn't want to say sorry.

Then he said that he hated that we were saying these things to each other. I hated it too. We weren't those kind of people. He said, "No. We aren't those people. We are double rainbow and go-is-a-hate-word kind of people.

We went to Thai. It took half an hour for us to stop small-talking.

I don't know.