"I may have cornered him the other day and asked why he wasn't talking to me," I admitted, knowing it hadn't been my finest hour. I had been frustrated, though, and sad. It had felt like the only thing to do, confront the situation head on and deal with the consequences and while I thought Richie had heard me, I wasn't sure it had really done any good.

I had tried, though. He had to see that.

"I was coming into the room and he was there already and I just blurted out that I was tired of not talking to him," I said. "I was tired of him avoiding me. Which he denied."