After a rather gut-wrenching evening (I felt like I was dying inside and hardly slept,) it seems we are both still not wanting to let go of each other just yet, because we love each other, though we both agree we can't really take any more of how we've been making these mistakes of assuming things about each other, not listening well enough to each other, being defensive. It has to change, because if it goes down like this one more time, I think we're both just toast. The scary thing is that we've known it has to get better, and what would make this time any different? Do we see it more clearly the closer we get to it; the undoing? Today I feel like someone standing on a thin sheet of cellophane, stretched over a big scary hole. :(
In other news, I missed the postman today, but he left a slip in my mailbox saying there will be something waiting for me at the Post Office tomorrow. Since I hardly ever receive mail here, and have never received something that couldn't just be dropped into the mail-slot, I'm quite curious.