The Doctor and I were asleep. Asleep in my bed, yes. I am quite the fan of sleep, I will sleep 11 hours a day if given the chance.
He woke me up in the middle of the night. He had to leave.
Leave? Why?
He couldn't sleep, he had been awake for hours maybe. Or minutes, I don't know. I watched him pull on his shirt, bewildered. Not fully comprehending -it was 2am. Walked him downstairs. Peeked out my window to see him pull away. Went back to bed.
Woke up.
Felt very passive aggressive about it. He couldn't sleep, I get it. It has nothing to do with me in all likelihood. But if someone left you in the middle of the night would you feel normal about it? Would it feel normal? Would it feel a bit insulting? I felt insulted.
He apologized a couple times, first while he was leaving, and then again via text in the morning. I got his text immediately, and then brooded and didn't respond. This is me punishing him. He has no idea! This is silly. I'm punishing him by making him wait out a text message response?
Actually, after waiting the appropriate amount of time to serve as his "punishment," my response point blank asked him if his leaving had anything to do with me, and he said it didn't. It's fine. It's fine.
It's annoying.
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