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“Never put the key to your happiness in someone else’s pocket.” ~Unknown
It was Saturday night. I sat, at my breakfast bar in my apartment, alone and in semi-darkness. Only one small lamp was turned on in the corner.
I was fuming, confused, and most of all, sad. I sprang off the breakfast barstool and began to pace. There were so many emotions circling around in me I had to keep moving in an effort to release them.
I spun around and looked at the clock above my kitchen—it was almost 7pm! He had said he was going to be there by 6pm.
Why was he not there? Did he not know I was depending on him? Didn’t he know I had planned my schedule to be there in time to hang out?
I didn’t have any other plans and felt stuck waiting in limbo. Where was he? I felt the emotions rising toward my throat as they bubbled up and threatened to explode.
I picked up my phone and called my boyfriend, trembling with frustration as the phone rang. He picked up on the third ring.
I had been waiting to hang out with him after work all day. I had imagined us meeting on time at 6pm and having a great evening together.
In my head, I had imagined us going out for a bite to eat and then maybe catching a new movie at the theatre or going t…
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“Never put the key to your happiness in someone else’s pocket.” ~Unknown
It was Saturday night. I sat, at my breakfast bar in my apartment, alone and in semi-darkness. Only one small lamp was turned on in the corner.
I was fuming, confused, and most of all, sad. I sprang off the breakfast barstool and began to pace. There were so many emotions circling around in me I had to keep moving in an effort to release them.
I spun around and looked at the clock above my kitchen—it was almost 7pm! He had said he was going to be there by 6pm.
Why was he not there? Did he not know I was depending on him? Didn’t he know I had planned my schedule to be there in time to hang out?
I didn’t have any other plans and felt stuck waiting in limbo. Where was he? I felt the emotions rising toward my throat as they bubbled up and threatened to explode.
I picked up my phone and called my boyfriend, trembling with frustration as the phone rang. He picked up on the third ring.
I had been waiting to hang out with him after work all day. I had imagined us meeting on time at 6pm and having a great evening together.
In my head, I had imagined us going out for a bite to eat and then maybe catching a new movie at the theatre or going t…
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