A Moment of Openness...

Something good happened last night. It was a bad thing, but I'm glad it happened, if that makes sense.
He saw that some things that he says, upset me.
He said something to me, and I just burst into tears. Went into the bathroom for a few minutes and then I decided that I was going to go home. So I came out the bathroom, went and got my stuff and said I had to go, and he tried to give us a hug and, still crying, I just said I had to go.

That's the first time that he has seen me cry as a result of something he has said or done.

Still, driving home I was feeling bad that he was poorly and now I'd probably made him feel worse, but I talked myself out of apologising. Why should I apologise for him upsetting me?

So plans changed, we spent the night apart, and I have had more apologies and I genuinely believe he is sorry for upsetting me, but I think I need to have a bit of my independance for a while. Which is a shame because I start my new job on Monday and I don't know how long it will take to get there from home, only from his house. An hour? Hmm.

Ah well, we shall see....