Forgive me

G-d help me, but I'm mad at her.

It's so hard to believe that all weekend she had no time alone, no opportunity to get out for a few minutes alone, no chance to call me for just a minute. It feels crazy to be mad at her; but "mad at her" isn't really right. Maybe I'm hurt or disappointed that after what I felt we missed out on on Friday, after how much I thought she was disappointed that we didn't have the time we wanted to spend together, how could she not have made an effort to call?

I know that tomorrow when I hear her voice I'll forget all about this. It'll fade into the past as not important, which I'm sure it's not.

But still, how could she not want to call? I've been dying to hear her voice, hear from her all weekend.

How could she not want the same thing?