Thank you. I'm not surprised you understand. I made some tea and wrote in my journal. I feel a little better. He also called about some mail that came here; he has to come pick some of it up tomorrow. I don't know when, and I did not ask him what time. He knows my work schedule though. To be honest, I'm not even looking forward to seeing him, even if I do. It's never positive anymore. He doesn't want to talk about coming back. I just end up emotionally upset. This time when he called, he didn't ask how I was doing, or anything about me. But he quickly volunteered how sick he is; he has the flu now. I hadn't even gotten the chance to ask him how he was before he offered up how ill he felt tonight. I'm sorry; did someone just cue the violins?
Goodnight, friends. Hope
Most of us really marry only once. First love endures, even unto our dying day. And we never really divorce.
