April 13, 2011
Danny and I got into a pretty big fight this morning. How big? Big enough to the point where Danny might be picking up his things that he left at my house.
How do I feel about this?
I'm devastated of course. I don't want this to end. I love Danny. And so does Bosten.
I'm kind of mixing my blogs with this post, but this particular situation involves my puppy as well. He and Danny are so close, and I would hate to separate them. I just can't put up with Danny's problems much longer. I don't want to break up, but he didn't even want to talk about things this time. He wanted to give up. That right there scares me.
In the meantime, I have all of his things packed up and ready for pick-up. One of us is supposedly going to get ahold of the other tonight when I get done with work. I'm not sure if it's just for him to gather his things and go or if we are going to try to work through our differences ... again.
I hope we can. For our sakes, and for Bosten's. On the bright side, Bosten is still so young that this might not affect him much.
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