How Was Your Day?

One of the things I probably miss more than anything else is the time we’d spend after work, cuddling on the bed and telling each other about our day. I think it was literally my favorite part of the day, and was something that I looked forward to all day long. Now, the house is dead when I get back from work. There’s nothing, and no one, waiting here. My therapist suggested I get something alive, a plant, a fish, whatever, that requires me care for it. That’s one piece of advice that I’m going to ignore, though. I can barely take care of myself. I’m not about to add the responsibility of caring for something else to my plate.

It’s a short entry today. I don’t really feel like talking to anyone but her. It’s ironic that, as a person who can’t stand talking about about their feelings, all I want to do is talk about my feelings with her now.

Off to grill my pork chops for the week. On the plus side, that means I’ll actually get to eat a hot one tonight.

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