It's the weekend here and I hope that it will be better than the week... I am so tired from working that hopefully I will sleep a dreamless sleep tonight.
I hate him for what he did but love him for what we had for the first 4 years (thinking year 5 is best forgotten).
I want to scream the questions at him... but I've done that before and just don't believe or trust the answers... so in that way the answers are just what I will chose to believe in the end - and that hurts because it's easier to think the worst.