October 2, 2007
So I snapped and snarled at the woman I love, swore at her, hung up and didn't call back. This after she had three hours sleep, after her step-father died, a man she dearly loved.
I'm certain that I qualify as a total asshole.
I'd bet her family would agree.
Tomorrow is going to be awkward, to say the least.
It doesn't matter the provocation -- there was of course provocation -- you're 'supposed' to be able to maintain some level of cool, or something, in times of crisis.
Impulse control. What a pleasant thought, what a novel idea.
I'm a dickhead.