Dear You,

I wish I knew where we were right now - but perhaps that is my decision.

We argued yesterday - when I got home from work, you were not home, but that is not unusual. It's now after 5 pm the following day, and no word from you.

You don't get angry often, but you sure rant when you do. Yesterday you yelled, "I'm leaving!" We talked some more after that - but I had to get back to my job, and I was in tears.

In April, I knew it was a calculated risk...you were looking for other apartments, but they were SO damn expensive, and you were looking for work like crazy and nothing was happening.

So you moved in here. It has been mostly really ok. But too overwhelming, I guess. On both sides.

I just want to know where you are at, too. All your stuff is here - your computer is still running, your reading glasses beside it.

This is the first time I have really felt anxiety where you are concerned. Just make your decision, ok?

Doing my best to leave God in charge and trust God, because only God can work things out. In that...I have to let go of this for now.