This morning he calls as if nothing is wrong.
He knows I'm mad and say's he will try.
My heart aches. I want to hug him. I want to hold him. I want to tell him it's going to be all right. I want him to tell me it's going to be alright.
But of course, I know it's not.
We both go away mad and now I take the chane of him spending the day drinking again.