I’m so angry. So irrationally angry. I’m overworked and sleep deprived. I thought I’d have the weekend to relax, be productive, catch up. I thought you’d be away, but at the last minute you invited me to VT. You offered your time which is all I ever want, but it’s complicated time. It’s hard time. And I know I need to stay put. To recoup. To decompress. I know in my heart it’s what I need for my own sanity, but giving up time with you is one of the hardest things for me. It’s so limited already. So, I’m angry. I’m frustrated. I should have said yes. I should have sucked it up for us. You went to VT without me, seemingly without caring whether I am there or not. Irrationally, I wish you stayed, to be with me. I wish you chose me, but I know I would have just felt guilt.














