Do not worry too much about eggshells. I have found an amazing interior fatalism that lets me keep calm even when I am thinking he is going to get up and leave. Is like something inside me saying: worst case scenario, he leaves; what's the fuss I've survived that. It takes a lot of edge off the fear: the option of he staying and I shutting up looks worse than the one of I talking and he leaving. I am rambling again... I swear it is clear in my mind.

"You don't throw a whole life away just 'cause it's banged up a little" Tom Smith in "Seabiscuit"