1 November 2018

Today is November 13.

It had been a long day at school and I was feeling nauseous riding the bus home. I called my husband to see if he was on his way home, perhaps I would get off and wait for him to pick me up. The phone rang and rang and rang, no answer. Riding the last 30 minutes I made a mental note of the groceries I needed to pick up on my way home. We had been trying to eat healthier, perhaps I would make a salad. Upon arriving home, I realize my husband, Jackson, was already home and packing up.

" Honey, where are you off to?"

" I'm going to a friend's home, I'll be back home late tonight, don't bother waiting up, I'll eat there."

Sighing, I put the groceries away and did my homework. I ate cereal for dinner, not even bothering to cook something for myself. Getting ready for bed I called Daniel one last time to see if he was on his way home soon. No answer. Feeling defeated, I crawled underneath the cold covers and turned off the lights.

How many nights have I gone to bed by myself?