Had a relatively decent short time together with the wife last night. We really didn't talk about anything except a film we had seen. After keeping it light, she went to her place and that was it.
This morning she came over, ostensibly to check if I had milk. She apologized, then sort of hovered over my bed. I asked her if she wanted to sit down, upon which she crawled up next to me and started to shake and cry.
She is "sorry" about Thanksgiving. So am I.
She's not sleeping now, and neither one of us is eating.
