I should apologise. My conscience's telling me to just forgive and forget. That these things happen to even the very best of us. Even the tongue gets bitten once in a while (overcame by the late P. Ramlee's song), what more husband and wife (in this context, good friends). My head's telling me all my fears will come true and my heart's demanding to N O T be subjected to this kind of crap anymore. My hormones, well, they are not helping at all. One minute I'm forgivin' and the next I'm bitchin'. Life sure ain't peachy for a schizo.