“Get out,” were the first words out of my mouth. “But you don’t even know what I—” “Please leave.” He waited a beat, and the look on his face showed both anger and hurt. As George opened the door to leave, he said, “You really need to work on that.” I ran to my bedroom, threw myself on the bed and began crying. He was going to break up with me. Despite what he had said earlier. I was sure of it. Or was he? For a moment I feared I had done something terrible. Caused him to walk out when he just wanted to talk to me. The tears came hotter and faster. What in the hell is wrong with me that I would sabotage the best relationship I ever had? Now I would never know if I had ended it with my own stupid temper. I heard a noise and turned over. George hadn’t left after all. He’d returned and just stood in the doorway. It was now or never for me. I rolled off the bed, and stood at a respectful distance from George. “You probably shouldn’t forgive me. But I’m begging you to.
