My special plans for him plummeted. An hour? I told him I will probably be asleep by then. He said he would wake me up. I told him not to bother, "the moment" was gone. I jumped up, blew out the candles, turned off the radio and threw on my old holey sweats. Five minutes later he comes back and asks me what I wanted. I looked at him with hurt in my eyes and told him he knew. He went back up front and I fell asleep.
Around ten I woke up and through tears I told him how he made me feel. We argued. He said he felt like I was trying to control him. I told him that I wasn't trying to control him. I didn't care if he was watching TV, but if I had been watching TV and he had called me like that I would have dumped the TV right then and there to spend time with him. What hurt the most is I felt like wrestling was more important than me. I told him that. It wasn't the fact that all my plans fell through, well that was part of it, but feeling like everything else comes before me was most of it. I told him it's not like it would have killed him to miss an hour of TV. Wrestling will be there again. He held me and apologized, and told me he would make it up to me somehow and that he thinks he knows how he will do it. He finally came to realize that what I wanted the most was his time.
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