Of course it's my fault. Were you expecting it wouldn't be? Just because I offered to talk about whatever was upsetting her in the early evening, didn't hear a fucking peep all night and then got a little concerned and upset when my girlfriend said at midnight that there's somethings we just can't ever talk about just before saying goodnight out of nowhere after being silent all evening, doesn't mean I had any right to say anything about it at all. I should of just accepted it, bit my tongue, accepted her non-answers and let her be on her way. She had every right to flip out on me for wanting an explanation, and then proceeding to dress the situation as if I were throwing a hissy fit over wording rather than lack of information and assurement that I had no business knowing what was going on all night to begin with.
Yep, my fault. All me.
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