Some would probably say that’s how I got myself in trouble now, and they’d be right. But it’s time to be honest. I’m in love with a man who doesn’t love me. That’s a hard thing to admit because I’d always assumed things would work out in the end. Worse, I’d embarrassed Todd and he didn’t deserve that. I owe him an apology. Actually, I owe several people an apology, but Todd is the only person who will get one. Not that I wouldn’t apologize to the others if given the chance, but, realistically, that’s not going to happen. No doubt, after the way I behaved, my call wouldn’t be accepted and, even if it would be the right thing to do, I can’t quite bring myself to apologize to an answering machine. So, Todd will get his apology and the others can think whatever they like. It’s not like I’ll ever see them again anyway. Todd called a while ago to tell me he was on his way home. He should be here any minute and I wish he would hurry. I’ve been moping around feeling sorry for myself since he dropped me off yesterday morning, but now I just want to get this over with.
