I’m a chicken. I couldn’t have the conversation with my roomie I promised myself I would have tonight.I was going to be an adult, not bottle every conversation up and let it eat me alive, but rather say “hey, you know I think there are a few things we need to talk about.”
But I didn’t because I was too scared of the result. To scared she would be mad at me, not scared at all that she would say no.
So tomorrow I am going to convince myself that having her mad at me won’t be the end of world. Tomorrow is the day.