‘I don’t take kindly to having the phone put down on me, Violet.’
‘I’m sorry I did that. It was churlish. But honestly, I don’t take kindly to having my messages ignored.’
‘I did not ignore your message Violet; I just knew you didn’t mean it.’
I didn’t mean it? Come on. I’d invited my difficult friend out for dinner. Somewhere lovely, with linen tablecloths and a fabulous wine list. It was my attempt at something a bit more real than what we currently have.
It was my attempt at something a little more than what we currently have.
By ignoring my message, it was pretty clear he didn’t want anything more.
So when he called me suggesting that I was avoiding him and I was the one with commitment issues and I was the one who, goddam always I, always my fault, always me, I put the phone down.
He was projecting his bullshit on to me, as I have learned, the men that I choose are prone to do.
So yeah, I put the phone down.
Silly to do that, hey.
But very bloody satisfying.