Tired Of This


I was re-reading a ‘partner of survivor book’ last night. I wanted to throw it across the bedroom, as far as I could which meant into my closet. I didn’t. I might have spooked Susan. I had one hour of peace in church yesterday, an hour of relief from depression. Then I crashed. Later I watched some tube, while Susan dissociated. She spends most of her time somewhere else. We had no interaction this weekend. Yeah, maybe my fault. I didn’t offer anything. But neither did she.



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