I, was trying to be together.

I had suggested to go back to the B&B we had been to.
Book it, he had said.
The evening before however, he would go for another evening motorbike ride with friends.
Fine, I will be here and we will leave later.

I looked into Parks to go to for walks.
I should have know though, what he really wanted. When I had suggested to go there, to the B&B he said "we have to keep busy".
What this meant, I was not sure. But it didn't seem to on the same line as me.
But I was excited.

I made myself all pretty. I tried to look sexy. I was excited for this romantic weekend.

That evening, it started hail-storming.
He didn't call me until late. He told me in a message that he had to suck this shit up, he had to man up. He wanted to be left alone, he was stuck sleeping in a barn, the ground-frost had gotten him stuck there.
Something didn't feel quite right.
In the morning, I called and called.
When finally he picked up, he was angry for my inability to leave him be.
Something didn't feel quite right at all.
I felt compelled to ask: "Do you want to leave me, is that what found out?"
He replied: "Yes."