I think I finally realized why I don't like it when BH goes away. I'm afraid he woon't come back. Everything that is him, his toiletries, some of his clothes, he takes with him. That's why I get so anxious. But he will come back because he loves me and I love him and I do my best to be a good wife. But this time I know he will come back.

Summer is definitely here and has been for a while. In addition to extra rain this spring and early summer, the sultry days have made part of our backyard into a jungle. I have to wait to mow it until next week when I get my scythe back from my Dad. Thoughts of cutting have been hanging around the past week or two. Dr. S. said that it has to do with my low self-esteem. While I am sure that is part of it, it also has to do with just getting over with it and then not having to fight it anymore. I am seeing more how how chronically ill people have to take things day by day.