He was angry . . . and therefore petty.
"I want the book I let you borrow back tonite."
Since he was dropping me off at my hotel at midnight and he was scheduled to be back to provide transportation to the airport in a matter of hours, I countered,"Can't you wait until tomorrow morning?"
"No, I want it now."
"Are you going to come up and get it?"
"No. Bring it to me."
And . . . God help me . . . I did.
On the walk back, I realized that the scene as it was transpiring had happened one way or another for far too many times in my life. My friends tried to point the behavior out as I moved in and out of relationships -- both friendships and more romantic encounters. But for the first time I saw it.
I didn't like what I saw. And I promised myself . . . never again.
This bitch is through with fetch.