I think I was just using Sunday as an excuse for my bitterness. I do hate Sundays but I am still bitter. I don't think I'm going to get any better until I deal with the issue. I've talked to you but you still want to do as you please. I've talked to you and now I feel silly. I feel hurt. You've offered me a gift to butter me up. You've offered me a gift so I'll be okay with it. You've made me all kinds of promises. No this, no that but you were very quick to take it back when I said it was okay for you do those things. I don't know how to talk to you. No I do. I just don't know how to make you understand. You don't know what it's like because you got the better deal from it. You didn't get the pain like I did. You didn't feel oblivious and you certainly didn't feel like a fool. You didn't feel pain at all. You got to justify your reasons. You made it seem like it was a good thing in the end. I'm sorry, but it should have never happened. If you loved me enough you would have thought about my feelings. But that is just you. It's easier to do as you please. I know you're trying to make things right by compromising. This is why I must go away. I'm going to take the holiday we planned on taking but put on hold. I'll be gone as soon as I can find my wings. And my wallet.