So I'm sitting here thinking to myself...and that is never a good thing. I still feel like crap, betrayed, unloved. I don't feel like leaving the apartment, I don't feel like getting dressed.
I have a problem because I don't want to be this way, but I just can't make myself NOT act like this. But I don't think I even want my SO to go out by himself. I don't know what's going to happen. Gah...this is just rambling. I just wish that I actually had someone to talk to, but that's out of the question because the only person that I would probably talk to is no longer my friend because my husband and her fucked around. Yeah...well...
I have class tonight. I'm kind of excited to just be able to get out of the apartment and away from my husband.
Well we're leaving to go to Cincinnati on Friday and I"m trying to make a list, but I guarantee that we'll forget something. IDK what it will be, but it'll be something that we need. I'm sure of it. That's always how it works.
Well Nora is waking up so I need to go make a bottle.
Oh yeah...take a look at the picture...Nora is starting to hold her head up now! Yay!
