H was gone with SS11 all day yesterday. He sent text messages with funny pictures of SS11 and I took my time to respond. When they arrived I was already in bed. The old me would be lingering downstairs to talk with them. I heard H come into my room and just stand there. Eventually he walked away.
For some reason, in days I don't see him, and especially after talking with C, I have a more negative view of him and the whole situation. I catch myself getting so angry and sad.
