I have been walking down a rocky road with no shoes on lately. And it is a familiar road. And on that road is a haunted house. And in that house is a little girl. She is alone and no-one can see her. And she can't see anyone, even her favorite person in the world, the person who can save her. So, when he comes in she screams at him, because she senses he is close and she is afraid.

My relationship with T is the catalyst that propels me down these roads. When I am in that house I can't always hear his voice. Our relationship has suffered recently because I have worked very, very hard at pushing him away. And I almost succeeded but only because he did not want to see me hurting anymore.

Now we are in the repair shop. I feel like we need couple's therapy. Sheesh.