Originally Posted by
LadyBlue0527 Then I'd tiptoe around for a while and then ask what I did.
I remember that feeling of dread all too well, wondering and trying to make sense of the evening and my last coherent moment. The worst was when my BF stopped engaging and would refuse to tell me what I said/did...if he even talked to me at all that day. It was terrible. I especially don't miss that.