My luggage wasn't on the bus, but it arrived on another bus one-half hour later. I was getting worried, because every decent outfit I have was in it. I took a taxi to the hotel that my ex-beau was staying in, with the remainder of the money that he had sent me. I called him on the house phone; he came to the lobby and took me to my prearranged room. I was so tired that I couldn't fall asleep until 7:30AM, and then I only slept for six hours. Being overly tired, coupled with being in a strange bed, meant I didn't sleep well either. I felt like I had jet lag.
That evening my ex-beau hurt my feelings and I started crying and couldn't stop. I ended up eating a hamburger and phoning home locked in the bathroom, because we got into a big argument. I even thought about going home.
