First night back home.
It was different than I expected. I’m not sure what I expected to happen.
I seemed a little indifferent to the whole situation. I spent the day with my dogs hanging out and unpacking my stuff.
As I sat in my new room, once called the spare bedroom, I couldn’t help but notice the calming colors.
This was a room I had completely decorated. Light pastel blue, with light wainscoting. It was warm and inviting.
I never expected myself in that room.
I never expected to have to sleep in there.
But for now, it’s my new home. It’s where I will lay my head for now until something new happens.
My mind seems a bit at ease. I’m sleeping again better than I was in the last few years.
I don’t know how long this part of my life will last, but I’m determined to live in it. It’s been such an uphill battle.
I don’t know if my wife will ever truly love me again. I’m not sure if she has it in her to.
For now, I live day to day. Looking at the future just depresses me.