I’ve been off work for the past two days with a migraine, I’m feeling absolutely wiped out by it so I will probably hold off from returning tomorrow and just take the long weekend to fully recover.
C got home about 7pm, which is late for him. We’re still not talking, or should I say I’m not going out of my way to start a conversation so we just sit in silence.
I just don’t have the energy right now. I’m heading back to bed with my Audiobook.
Turn off the light, she said
I’m going to bed
I don’t wanna talk right now
I’m turning my head
If we could go back to where we first started
I would go right now
Remember the days before this all started
It’s got me thinking how
This was the weekend of romance, of making plans, of being together. This was the weekend our daughter went away with school and we got some quality time as a couple.
Oh how wrong was I.
We’ve not left the house since Thursday night. We’ve watched TV and hardly spoken.
Why is it that if I don’t make arrangements to do something or book to go away somewhere we don’t do anything? Is it wrong of me to expect him to organise something every once in a while?
It’s his birthday next month and I’m seriously considering selling the Bears Den tickets I’ve bought him as a surprise.
You know when you forget you’re angry and carry on like nothing happened? Well I did that today and even though we’re talking, I still want him to apologise for his behaviour.
On another note I’ve got crippling pain in my lower back/side area so I’ve come to bed with my hot water bottle to try and ease it.
Never rains but it pours.
You could cut the atmosphere with a knife. We’re not talking, just passing each other like ships on water. I think I’ve had enough. I think it’s easier to just be alone.
I’ve passed two hours just sitting in the tub.