Fight.

Ok. Things are normal again.

So what happened-- I was using his cell phone, and happened to stumble upon a flirty text message from some girl.

I didn't say anything for a couple of days. Then it kind of came out when I was slightly intoxicated.

We started yelling at each other (for the first time). Me asking who the stupid cunt was. Him accusing me of snooping.

So I took off. Went for a walk to cool off. Came back and he was asleep. Things were a little better in the morning. We gave each other cold shoulders all day. Then started talking about it again at dinner that night. Started arguing again.

The thing is, I wasn't so pissed about it. I got more angry that he was being so deffensive. Like he had something to hide.

But apparently she was some chick that had been hitting on him hardcore at the bar one night. And he gave her his number. Whatever, whatever.

So things are ok again. I just wished this wouldn't have happened. Because everything was good. And everything is good again.

But always now, in the back of my mind, is this little bit of distrust of him. And I fucking hate that.

 2003-02-04 - 4:00 a.m.

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