I am now going to text the numerous people I have to text twice a day while the boys are out of town so that nobody freaks and thinks my wedded asshole has killed me without witnesses. (I am grateful that there are people who care about me. And I know that they're right — I need to be checking in while I'm alone in the house with this man who has become increasingly erratic and unpredictable. That doesn't change the fact that it makes me feel like a twelve-year-old left at home alone for the first time.) And then I'm going to bed. Nice, sleepy sleepy sleep.