Billie and I have had little contact since our fight. I sent her a few texts, but she was stubborn and didn't talk to me properly. Our conversations felt very dry, and her messages were short.
I understood why she didn't like being asked about her sexuality, but I also felt she was being hypocritical. Her anger towards me for disagreeing with her post made me realize that she might not be as comfortable with her sexuality as I initially thought.
She was finally returning from L.A. that day, and I would obviously pick her up from the airport if she asked me to, but she didn't. And I didn't want to be pathetic and chase after her like a dog. Only one flight arrived from LAX that day at 5:30 p.m., so I knew that was the one she would be on. Therefore, I knew when I had to leave her house to ensure we wouldn't meet.
Was I being childish about it? Yeah, maybe. I didn't care, though.
I just didn't understand the unnecessary drama she had caused. I had a feeling her internalized misogyny played a role in her reaction towards the reporter, the situation in general, and also me. It hurt me, tbh.
I feel like she could have used her platform to support the queer community. Like it could have actually helped people. But in the end, it was her decision, and I'll always have her back, even if I disagree with her actions.
Before leaving, I left a note on the table:
Hope you had a good time at home! Shark took two dumps today and is all-fed. Vegan lasagna in the oven. Lisa (5.30 p.m.)
-Billie's pov-
I arrived at my place around 6:30 p.m. Shark was so happy to see me and couldn't contain his excitement. I dropped my bags on the floor and petted him. I looked around for Lisa, but she wasn't there. Bummer.
I missed her and wanted to talk about everything that had happened. And I low-key hoped she'd pick me up from the airport or at least be there when I came home.
Probably caused by too much time alone, I started doing some self-reflection and could kinda start to understand why she was upset with me.
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Okay, I got it. She was mad. Usually, she'd always be down to talk to me and sort things out, even if she was angry with me. So I had to make a plan to apologize for letting it all out on her because, honestly, none of this was her fault.
I needed to come up with something to make it up to her. I ordered a bouquet to be shipped to her place tomorrow. I knew she hated red roses, so I ordered 100 white ones. I let them write the following message as a note:
I am SO gay for you. My place at 6?
I found it hilarious. That's a funny way to spend 300€, I thought to myself while placing the order. There was no point in writing something meaningful on that card anyway.
