twenty nine days i'll be twenty nine years old. eight months will be married. time to grwo up. time to stop being selfish. there's a sense that who i am is falling to the wayside. it's time to start being responsible. this is a new suit hanging in my closet. i just noticed it this morning when i got up and i'm not sure how long it's been there. my fiances parents are out of town this week. i should have stayed there last night but i didn't. on the way home i regreted leaving. the roads were bad so it wasn't a good idea to turn around and go back. i should've just stayed. i'm sorry. she's hurt and i'm alone in my guilt. i told her i missed her last night but she told me i wasn't allowed to say that. she was right. there's a fine line between self-respect and being a stubborn mule.