Fog

We had a fight last night. Well, it wasn't really a "fight" but it felt like one. It was the first time we had ever had an exchange of harsh words and when he was lying on the other side of the bed it was so hard not to cry.

I fixed it by asking, "what's your favorite thing about fog?"

We never ever fight. So whenever something like this happens I feel like a failure. Like I'm not being a very good girlfriend.

I have a whole other set of issues I want to discuss about this relationship but not now, because he's coming over and this is a secret...ssshhh.