Open mouth; Insert foot

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.