Today has been a rough day. H has been rude and disrespectful to me the last couple of days, as well as he has not worked much in the past couple of months. I'm wondering if his prophecy is coming true: he speculated that I would get tired of him by the end of the summer. I'm not tired of him, though; I love him. I just want him to be the best version of himself.

In addition, there are some stressful situations going on at my new job. I'm not sure, or at least it's looking like, I won't have a dedicated classroom next year. Our apartment has been overrun with my teaching supplies. I need them to have a home to go to.