Night before last I went over to hook up her icemaker. She didnt have the right hardware so I wasnt able to hook it up. I told her that I would pick up the right stuff and install it later. Dinner was nice. I was over there about an hour. Its still pretty hard to talk to her. I just feel like if I could get her away from everything (kids and work) for a couple of hours she and I could talk. She would say she is too busy. Last night was really rough. Dont know what brings those feelings on, but they hit hard last night. I'm doing better today. I now only have contact with her a couple of times a week and only because of the boys. Giving her space is so difficult, but I really dont have a better alternative. I wish things were more encouraging.
