They leave tomorrow to drop me off at my in-laws for 2 wks. I'm already sick to my stomach, and tired of faking happy. Then my husband makes me 40 min. late to my session so T couldn't see me. Then he acts like I'm insane for flipping out at him. I ended up crying all the way home before collecting myself. I have no idea how I'm going to pull myself together and smile for the next 2.5 weeks and then there's the fact that everyone talks about weight issues while food is a major part of there life.