Saturday, December 8, 2012
I was up pretty late Friday night writing. I slept until about 9 A.M. When I got up I was wrestling with whether I should go out to the house to see him today. After the fiasco of last night I wasn't sure I wanted to put myself through that. I thought about it for awhile. Finally the guilt took over. I had made a promise. I had told him I would be there by noon and we could go to lunch. If I didn't keep my promise I knew he would call me a liar. I am pretty used to being called that now.