There are always two sides of the story. A. Her Story He was in an odd mood Saturday night. We planned to meet at the pub for a drink. I spent the afternoon shopping with the girls and I thought it might have been my fault because I was a bit later than I had promised â€“ but he didnâ€™t say anything much about it. The conversation was very slow going so I thought that we would go off somewhere more intimate so we could talk privately. We went to this restaurant and he was STILL acting a bit funny . I tried to cheer him up, and wondered whether it was me or something else. I asked him, and he said no. But I wasnâ€™t really sure. So, anyway â€“ in the car on the way home I told him that I loved him deeply, and he just put his arm around me. I donâ€™t know what the hel_l that means because, you know, he didnâ€™t say it back or anything. This really worries me. We finally got home and I was wondering if he was going to leave me! So I tried to get him to talk but he just switched on the TV, and sat with a distant look in his eyes that seemed to day that itâ€™s all over between us. Reluctantly, I said that I was going to go to bed. Then after about 10 minutes he joined me, and to my surprise , he responded to my advances and we made love. But, he still seemed really distracted, so afterwards I just wanted to confront him â€“ but I just cried myself to sleep. I just donâ€™t know what to do anymore. I mean, I really think that he is seeing someone else and that my life is a disaster. B. His Story Australia lost the cricket. Got a root though.