I hadn’t answered the phone; I had let it go to voicemail. Now I was anxiously awaiting his arrival. How would he act? What would he do? Probably the same old stuff, but for some reason I hoped it would be different this time. I didn’t want him back, but I knew he didn’t have a choice. When he was the one to make the decision to leave, he made the decision to come back. Not the other way around. I never had any say so in it. Tony and I had been apart for two weeks. We had a fight over Thanksgiving and he had packed up and left. Just like that. We fought and he left. I didn’t complain. I just let him leave. It was what I had wanted. Although, I had spent two weeks in fear of when he would return. I should have left when he did, Sean had asked me numerous times to do that very thing, but I didn’t. I knew that would only make things worse in the end. He usually came back if not right away, within one or two nights at the latest. I knew he probably just hid out at his mistress’ house, which didn’t make things any better.
