He came home from work and just talked at me for a half hour. All about his thoughts, his feelings, moving details, and about us. I let him go on and I just listened. Then he was done and he went downstairs.
I am exhausted from the interactions. I cannot always be on guard and ready to give him my defense or walls. We had to talk moving details and splitting things up.
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"Twenty-five years and my life is still trying to get up that great big hill of hope for a destination"
~4 Non Blondes
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