I am feeling rather down today. We watched TV last night and went to bed late but not to sleep... (or not immediately). This morning he woke up in a great mood and asking for breakfast, full of plans for the week. But when I asked him for a time to talk this week, he acted impatient and as I was leaving the house I saw the passenger seat in his car is in a different position that it was on Thu when we went to the movies.
I want to cry but I have to work. Did we move in together too soon?
I just left a horribly depressing post in poor Tal's thread.
Not so optimistic today...
"You don't throw a whole life away just 'cause it's banged up a little"
Tom Smith in "Seabiscuit"
