It was especially bad yesterday because I was already so nervous getting ready to leave for the first day of a new job when H showed up. Not that he knew that, not that he would have cared.
My first day there went ok, and my boss seems nice, but I couldn't wait to get home and fall apart. My eyes are so swollen from crying last night.
I miss sharing my life with H and talking to him, but I can't anymore because anything I say can and will be used against me by my "loving" H. He would be so happy that I am getting on with my life so he won't feel guilty.
