We have hit the one month mark. Everything has been wonderful. We're able to talk. He really does seem happy to be home. I've been having panic attacks. I haven't told him though. I think that if he's not happy he's going to leave. Sometimes I feel like I can't get close enough. I'm sleeping better now. But I do wake up to make sure he's still there.
We all went to the fair. It's so nice being a family again. Everything feels new.
Form came in the mail questioning the sale of the Harley. Can't seem to get away from her.
He has been getting more and more sarcastic with us. Things came to a head tonight. We talked, it was good to clear the air and talk about our feelings.
I find this next week to be tough in respect to doubting myself, my abilities, my self-worth. I look in the mirror and hate what I see. I wish I could hide. I don't want people looking at me. I don't want him to see me naked in case it turns him off. He doesn't like overweight women, he said she was overweight and it turned him off. If I get fat he'll leave. I'm so hungry but I don't want to eat too much and get fat.