So I'm not being kicked out as unceremoniously as I have thought. Good to know my brain's still got the ability to take anything out of perspective. I'm still hurt, I'm still pissy, and as much as I HATE to do it, I'll be making....ammends.
Well, not quite ammends. More like "I'm still pissed, but I love you and blah blah blah", because someone has to be the bigger person, or this will never blow over. When it comes to who's more stubborn and pigheaded, my Dad and I are pretty much equal. Only I admit it. So in the end, I'm right. And frankly, isn't that all that matters? Please tell me we read my sarcasm and inflection?
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