It’s of interest to me that the only thing I wanted for two weeks was for Dayne to come home after work so we could hang out before I dropped into sleep and tonight, he’s finally home and all we did together was freak out over a massive phone bill and ignore each other. I cried, which is his cue to shut down and pretend I’ve vanished into thin air. I can feel it coming off him in waves.
“Why are you not asleep???”
Well, because now I’m having a panic over money and my flipping arm is so sore I can stand it anymore. Trust me, if I could be dreaming, I would be. 😦