WHAT DID I DO WRONG?

What did I do wrong? I know now there must have been something. Nothing in the normal course of things, because i'm sure I covered all those. But there must have been something. Something I missed, some small thing you wanted that I could not predict. My darling, tell me. what did I do wrong?

Oh now I'm getting above myself. Perhaps I did not cover those things you wanted in the normal course of things? Perhaps there was a meal I burnt, or a shirt I singed? Why didn't you say? I would have put it right. I promise I would.

Okay, you're sure? nothing in the normal everyday chores I did purely for the love of you? Sorry, my love. Sorry to bother you with such a mundane question. Forgive me?

But my love, I must persist. I'm sorry if it irritates, but I must KNOW, you see. If not in the mundane,was it my social skills?

Was it that night we went to the pub and 'she' was looking at you? I'm so ashamed of the way I acted. You told me then, how ridiculous I was. I'm sorry, my dear. I still don't know what came over me. If I'm entirely honest, and no offence to you of course, I merely point out my own shortcomings, I, and I admit it was me, didn't deal with you running her home very well. I don't have to ask what I did wrong that night. I'm sorry my darling, but for some reason, stood on my own, twelth down the taxi rank, amongst the drunks, whilst you drove her in the car, I just felt so lonely. Later I understood. I mean had you told me before you took her home that she was devastated by the death of her first teacher and tha you had built up a trusting, but only friendly, relationship over the bar, I would have understood, obviously. But you didn't. I now know, and nothing I say here takes away from this, you had built up a true and deep platonic friendship with her as she served you every night (and yes, you did go there every night) across that smoky bar. I now understand she is just a purely plutonic friend, but at the time, you see, I didn't know that, and all I could think was 'my boyfriend has taken home the skinny blonde with dry ends (no, I'm not being bitchy. it is a fact if you bleach hair that much, it splits)and