Yesterday, I didn't go to the hospital at all. In the late afternoon, I received a call from him. (Someone had to help him make it.) He was very contrite and remorseful. I was surprised that he even remembered. Today I stopped in late in the day, and he was very nice. Semmed to be cooperating very well with staff. He told me he loved me. This man can be so endearingly sweet . . . so convincingly affectionate. No wonder I have mood swings. Sometimes I feel so enfolded in love. Then that alternates with me feeling utterly spurned.

Next is rehab for him, which buys me more time to consider what I'm willing to do, going forward. I need to, somehow, not have my state of mind be utterly at the mercy of his behavior of the moment.