Collecting hugs.
AH has dropped off the planet again. Haven't seen him since Monday morning, when he got mad at me for waking him up to say goodbye to the baby before I took him to daycare. At some point on Tuesday, he must have come back, popped the (shoddy) lock on the apartment door with a credit card, and (apropos of nothing whatsoever) cleaned the house, then left again. All this while I was at work.
I know I need to keep on keepin' on with the divorce summons/serve him, etc.
This, however, is one of those weeks.
I don't have it in me, guys.
I just don't have the heart for it.