after about 20 minutes of trying to compromise on a single solution, she broke. screaming to the top of her vocal capacity, she exclaimed, in a bitter tone, how she loathed my inability to properly come to grips with how she felt. although i wasn't yelling at her in retaliation, i felt it necessary to raise my voice and assert my stance on the problem. well, after about five minutes of alternating screams, i decided to cut the talk. i gave her the letter. she looked at it almost in disgust that i wasn't willing to try and talk through it with her. she must have wanted to tear it up, becuase she was gripping it until creases formed on the face of the envelope. but it certainly wasn't going to be solved by conversation and deliberation at that moment.
well, now the ball is in her court. she can opt to play it if she wants, but thats not my choice. its hers.now it's simply a waiting game. i'm lying on my bed pondering the effects of a zener diode on a load resistor, simply because worrying about this is futile. its all metaphysics from here.
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