I might not be mad at him anymore, but I didn’t feel bad for him either. He could have slept in my warm, soft bed but he’d chosen not to. If his solution was to get drunk instead of talking through his problems, then he deserved this hangover.
I love that even if she’s accommodating, she’s not brainwashed in her love for him. She’s fair. She knows he’s had a tough life and she know he’s worthy of patience. But that doesn’t mean she’s gonna coddle him.
