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Now I was stuck in my thoughts, unwilling to make the first move like an adult and apologize to him. Afraid that he would fight for me to be his again. What if something happened, and he ended it? Or worse, I flipped out over something again and he couldn’t take my baggage?
I rolled over in bed and searched for Joel Kline on the internet. Maybe he had done something recently that would make me hate him, and make me feel like I wasn’t a bag of nuts.
And then I see it.
Him and the blonde.
With a bunch of kids and other people at a fundraiser for a children’s hospital.
I shut the phone off immediately and cried.
I was an idiot.
