I should have never deviated away from my original plans to do it for her birthday. Now I have a mess. The stress of the day finally made me snap, and I have a non-verbal Gabby. She came into the apartment and went straight to bed. She never looked at me. Instead her head was hung low, her shoulders were hunched over, and she looked ragged and torn. She never spoke to me. If I thought the turmoil that I was experiencing earlier was bad, I had no idea. Gabby is my life, my future. I’ve hurt her, and this time it’s not some miscommunication or plot to come between us. This time, I did it all by myself. I wish I could take it all back. I wish I would have just brought her straight home and heard her out before I made even more assumptions about her and Ian. That ultimately is what got me into this mess. My insecurity over that situation. I toss the keys across the counter and close the door behind me. I have to call Sam, but I hate to do it in front of her, but I can’t keep anymore secrets.
