He came over this evening, spent a few hours with us, gave me some much needed attention, and left. I am weary from the battle with my assuming imagination, so scared that because he's hiding things from me and seems so eager to leave every time he's here, that I'm losing the war.
I can see how he would feel like nothing he does is enough. Because he DID come over, did help with the kids, did hold me when I asked. I HAVE to get out of this...have to spend more energy on appreciating what I do have, what he is giving.
It's just so darn scary to think about all the what-ifs and whys. Tomorrow is going to be better. I mean it!
