Because his mood was bad last night, because I am disappointed in my mental health while stone with my doctor online, I am letting BJG be alone in the forest to read in the sun, like he expressed a wish for. The day is gorgeous but I feel insecure about him. I so don’t want him to get as aggressive and sick as earlier this year. It saps me of all my energy and optimism for us both. So I am calming down on my own while listening to French CBC Musique. I feel super discouraged at hubby. Don’t get me wrong: after his two weeks holiday in NZ and sobriety he was so very sweet. Even sweeter than 27 years ago when I met him or similar. I should reach out to a friend and distract myself from my worries about hubby’s health.
The Poetry Dervish