sickeyfacePosted: August 30, 2012
I am sick and I wanted to stay home today. But I didn’t. I didn’t stay home because I knew that Brent was going to be home in the afternoon and I just didn’t want to be there with him.
It’s not horrible. Sometimes it’s pretty bad, sometimes it’s just ok. But it’s never good. It’s never comfortable. I just want to rest and snuggle in my blankets and laugh a bit and I can’t do that in the place I live now. I can’t take care of myself there.