Waking up the next morning after a regrettable action is a surefire way to ruin a blissful weekend. I've felt sick to my stomach all morning and for something so stupid. I can't even figure out why I did something to derail a perfectly wonderful night. It was ridiculous, hurtful, a waste of everything and above all, so pointless. Pointless. Why?? I'll blame wine, but I know I have a problem just walking away.
I feel awful about it and wish there was a way to go back in time. I never want to treat you that way.