He's here. I don't want to. I can't handle the phone calls, the voice mails, the reminders. I could bump into him at any time. I am essentially in hiding. Avoidance is so much safer than speaking, because I don't want to lose my spine. And so I've been cleaning. Physically and metaphorically. Never has my apartment sparkled this much. Never have I gotten so much done, so fast. Never have I loved my husband so much. So it's back to the good little wife gig.
4:31 p.m. - 2006-09-05