Thoughts of “Operation Save My Relationship” consumed my energy that week, and, sadly, it showed. I’m not the type to steal away to be alone with my thoughts, but that’s exactly what happened on the eve of our vacation. I had so many questions I could not answer. What if the sim I fell in love with no longer exists? What if all we have is hot woohoo and spirited debates? Is that enough? Could I actually end our relationship? Do I want to? Why is it so important for him to marry me? Do I think it will change anything? Why do my choices not satisfy me?
Sitting quietly by the pool is more Winston’s bag, so I suppose he thought something was wrong and came out to check on me. I appreciated that and told him I had a lot on my mind. He probably assumed I was talking about work stuff and massaged my shoulders, admonishing me not to worry because we’d be on vacation tomorrow. I wish it were that simple.
