What the hell is wrong with me?
That’s not who I am. I don’t lash out. I don’t snap like some territorial asshole in a frat house pissing contest.
Except apparently I do. More than once around Harper now. What the fuck good are my rules if I can’t control my mouth and I keep hurting her like that?
Because then Harper looked at me like I wassomeone else. Like I’d turned into the worst version of myself right in front of her.
I stand on the porch long after she slams the door, staring at the place where she disappeared.
I want to follow her in immediately and beg for forgiveness, but she just went in there to getawayfrom me. So I resist the impulse, trying to think for once about what Harper would want.
Count the reasons to follow her:
Apologize immediately
Explain what I meant
Make sure she’s okay
Fix this now
Count the reasons to wait:
She needs space
I’ll make it worse
She’s angry at me