I chickened out. I couldn’t stop crying inside. Not a tear came out of my eye but it felt like I was all folded up inside. It took one moment to push me over an edge I was already on. I canceled, couldn’t do it. We’ll talk on the phone again instead.
loser. emotional carnage, tired. i have therapy tomorrow. so stupid. but we’ll get it back together. we would have sat there and cried the whole time.
the house looks really good. i got the bedroom closet finished. it’s all organized now. i did the utility closet too.