concerned, i've sacrificed half of my life trying not to hurt him, he has no compassion. i think the wkends are worse. i feel just a tad bit different this morning. this is the hard part.
live, i never thought about counting sobriety days, but i went back to see what day it was that he relapsed and left and found that its only been less than a month. thats not long at all considering the past.
cinder, i'm sorry that you didn't sleep well, maybe too much slip and slide, you think?
i thought about calling his mom just to see what she has to say, don't know what that would do or if i really want to do that. i thought about going by his job too, but i know i won't do that, i don't think. well just trying to work through these feelings. this is the part i hate. to have to work through all of these emotions everytime he leaves and then as soon as i'm ok, here he comes