and I was on our way to the beach to celebrate his
birthday and we didn’t make it. We got in a big old fight
about him telling me he never been to that boat dock. He’s hurt me, again. So how can I think
he loves me if he continues to keep this going? But I’m not gonna sit
in this room all day again, like I did yesterday. Huh uh. I’m getting ready
to hit the streets. I had to sleep in the– in the car, overnight. Waking up this morning,
I really hope Angela will be ready to talk to me. I understand I lied to her. Well, hopefully,
she’ll forgive me.