T called. Ohhh, his voice. It was so soft. I was really crying on the phone. I told him I was afraid he was going to leave me because there is nothing else he can do and that he will give up. He said that I should know he would never do that.

Then I was telling him about the letters I wrote to him this week all about the SI. He said that it was important that I captured that experience on paper, but that he wants me to write more to him because as he said, "There is so much more to you than that... so much more."

I am leaving work in one hour to go to school. I also had a fight with my husband on the phone, in regards to what I'm going through, and my cell phone service was suspended because I ignored the bill, as I tend to do when I'm depressed. The phone is back on now though.

T said, "We have so many things to talk about on Saturday. I have letters and papers that you have given me that we haven't even gotten to talking about yet. We have so much do discuss."

He told me to hang in there.