After a rough weekend, H is distant again. Whether it’s emotionally, or he’s just too busy for me, I can’t say. I woke in the dark of the night feeling panic and frustration and fear that his current all-consuming project is just a way to keep himself away from me. Maybe it’s just the dark, but I’m having a hard time focusing on the positives. I’m trying to talk myself through them, but I can’t seem to get rid of the rock in my stomach. I am so tired.
