(no subject)
I think Paul is trying to come up with a new normal for himself, too, with mixed results. He's doing okay about feeding himself (and even feeding me), and being a bit more domestic. Actually, he's always been pretty helpful with the domestic things. He doesn't seem to be handling the spending more time solo part so well, though. Don't get me wrong. I adore my Mr. Man. But damn. Must we be joined at the hip every last second we're not working? I need some solitude. I need some space. I need to be able to give a little attention to other people without being made to feel guilty for it.
That man needs to find a hobby before I come unglued.
I'm tired. I'm going to bed now.
That man needs to find a hobby before I come unglued.
I'm tired. I'm going to bed now.