Monday

I did not write all weekend. I did not have a chance! Had no real alone time.

Things are....I guess good, finally. Not great, and certainly not best, but good. We have not yet talked about the crap that got us to that point last week. I don't want to. I just want to move a head and not look back. WAY too much pain. Both mental and physical.

I'm still bruised on my arm. Looks nasty, too, seeing as it is subdermal bruising, not the usual surface stuff. My thigh is mainly healed. Not sore to touch anymore.

I HAVE been close to crying today, tho. I no longer like the sleeping arraignments that we have for during the week. He doesn't need to be out in the livingroom anymore! I want him in bed with me, by 3 am. I won't get that, so I probably won't even fucking try. He used to come to bed by then, and sleep. Now, he is awake til 5 am or so. Sometimes later. Shit....crying....