God grant me the patience and the strength...9

[theotherhalf]

And the skyscraper I've been on starts to crumble...

This morning H and I were talking in the basement. He brought up "god I haven't been home in 2 weeks. I need to get that truck fixed". We talked a little bit. Then I said "I hate you" H said "What? Why?" I said, "because you leaving is going to be like losing you all over again". And I went upstairs and left for work.

Tonight he was in a very kind and good mood. But nothing more was said. I've pretty much been staying away and quiet.

God give me the strength...