It’s been nearly a week since I arrived at my parents' home. I haven’t heard from Tom since the day he stormed out of the house angry with me.
My heart broke a little each day because my messages were ignored.
My Mum told me to stop messaging. That if he wants to talk, he will. I knew she was right, but it ate me up inside.
I was such an i***t. How could I not tell him something so important?
I just kept beating myself up about it. If I had told him earlier, at least by the time I arrived, he’d be better at the idea of it all. But no. I didn’t do that. I hid it away from him in fear of his disappointment, only to meet with something much worse than his disappointment. I was met with his removal from my life entirely.
I’ve never gone a week without Tom. I’ve never gone a day with
