Doing a lot of thinking.
Mostly about my H.
About all that I've lost.
I'm sleeping on a little single bed in a room full of kids toys.
I miss my apartment.
I miss my semi-independence.
I miss my H making coffee in the morning.
I miss his hugs.
I miss his love.
Everything is so hard. Laundry, dishes, eating. So much work.
But. I don't see any way that it could work. Not after him attacking me like he did.
What if next time no one is there to stop him.
Am I really stupid enough to take that chance. Sigh
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