Reconcilliation

Three days of hell.

At least, that's what it felt like.

Three days of talking, of agonizing, of whimpering, of more talking, more agonizing.

Finally, its over.

I went to Kitty's apartment today. She made me a nice dinner. At first, she was mad at me because she felt I was under-appreciating the money she had spent on dinner. She was right; I was. I made sure to thank her for dinner, and reimbursed her the money she had spent on the food and other things.

While I was over there, we talked things out. I promised to stop shooting her ideas down without reason, and she promised to tell me the next time things go sour, instead of waiting three months like she did this time.

I'm glad we're still together.