This period has to be part of the worse moments of my life. I've never felt this lonely, there's this feeling where you know you wronged someone and it's entirely not your fault but you should apologize, then your ego holds you back to hold onto your pride.
Assuring you, the other party will apologize first.
In this stage, we're both egoistical, maybe I got this behavior from him. He wouldn't spare me a glance even though we have coincidentally been in the same room at the same time, but he'll just walk out and it's killing me.
'Silent treatment'.
He hasn't ate with us, since the previous night, probably ignoring me, how childish.
I'll be the matured one to apologize on Monday morning eventually.
And for Stanley, I'll let him pass, unlike him I stick to my words. That's the last straw for him.
It was Sunday evening and I was bored out of my mind in this house, I feel no doubt a prisoner.
