We’re not talking right now, and I’m afraid it went from bad to worse. The last time our marriage felt this bad, I started this blog. I can’t start another one. We didn’t have sex yesterday either.. the number of sexless days is shamelessly growing. We’re up to 8 now.
I cried my eyes swollen last night, a feat I’ve never accomplished before. Today I’m using ice bags in an attempt to bring them back down to normal.
Yesterday was the parade we ride in every year with our family. Although we already had the float, we hadn’t yet decorated it and still needed to get more beads. Our costumes needed to be decided and purchased too. For a family, this generally takes weeks, months even. It was shaping up to be a shitty last minute effort, and I wasn’t interested in propping up the mediocrity all by myself.
I’m all alone, again.
