Tuesday 11:00am. High one day then incredibly low the next. Last night I thought she had started to read the book. She came downstairs with a shell-shocked look and snapped at me when I asked if she was OK. Later I asked her if she had read the book and she said no (she had actually been wathing a TV series about a couple splitting up). We had a long unconstructive though not particularly heated discussion. One valuable thing came out of it though. I told her that I score the love I feel for her at 8/10 and she told me she scores her love for me at 7/10 which I found quite encouraging. I told her that I felt that her love for me was 1/10 and she said that was the same for her. Now, I tell her I love her most days, I kiss and hug her often and I'd like to ML with her at least once a week. If I was receiving that amount of quite obvious visual, aural and physical love I would rate that at least 9/10 but she rates it as 1/10. We appear to be living in a completely different universe.
