By the time YaYa and I piled into the van, I’d already made the fatal mistake. It was brutally honest — without the luxury of a full explanation. Now, I can’t shake the oh-what-have-I-done feeling.
We were heading for the gym, which is where I should have gone instead of picking up the phone. But, the gym now seemed pointless and YaYa had since lost his enthusiasm for swimming as well. I went to the store for a bottle of wine instead.
I had a glass, an entire bar of dark chocolate, and went to bed. Unfortunately, I am now awake again and I feel awful.