Past one this afternoon. I felt shitty inside and out, so why not? He worked all day and after being pushed around throughout the night (he’s a restless sleeper, moves nonstop), it felt good to have the bed to myself for a few hours.
I wrote down some goals I’d like to accomplish over the next year. Next up is writing out my plan to achieve those goals.
I should have packed some stuff up today. My back hurt so bad though; I really didn’t want to move.
Tomorrow is his birthday. Guess his sexual request is out of the question. Well, I hope it is.
Life is tough, my darling, but so are you. 