Don't go

I used to have a big problem with my ex, who never wanted me to leave; never wanted me to go; could never accept that I had to go work. It was one of the big things that drove us apart: I just couldn’t cope feeling so guilty all the time, and it just never seemed to be understood that no I couldn’t skip lectures and yes I did need those spare 2 hours before them to finish my essay.

OtherHalf has never suffered from this problem. Other than the odd early Saturday morning when I’d rather get up than work late. Why this would suddenly become a problem days before my finals is beyond me. Somehow spent hours there last night when I should have been working. Gah!!