I had an emotionally rough day yesterday, and I let myself get to myself. It's nobody's fault but my own. I did a whole lot of thinking and came to a plethora of conclusions and philosophies. I understand Jeff, I think. Hopefully one day he will gain his trust in me again, and he will open up and let me know how he really feels. Pressuring him is not the way to do it. I know he is hurt and I know he must have his own insecurites. When I act like a child and called him all those names and said those nasty things, even though it was out of anger.. it was terrible. He has never called me anything nasty. I've always been the wrong one. I've been pointing out his 'faults' and blaming everything on him. The fact of the matter is: it was my fault all along. Maybe one day I can be the mature intellectual woman he deserves. Or maybe I'll live life missing him. Either way, I'm sure things will be alright. Everything happens for a reason, no?