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I’m really mad at myself for not telling you how I felt. I went over with the intention of doing it.  But it just didn’t happen. Because I’m a coward.  I hate confrontation.  And I didn’t want you to leave with that on your head.  But now I’m here with it on my shoulders.  And it affected me more tonight, because it was right in my face.  Literally.

I just thought I deserved more than that.