Last night was the first night in 3 years that I have spent the night alone in my bed - while someone else was in the house.Chris slept on the couch last night. I wasn’t sure if he was going to remember telling me that he was going to sleep out there yesterday afternoon. He asked how I was doing when he got home last night, as though I was going to break down in tears as I’ve done before and beg him to give me a chance to change things. We went to my mother’s last night and watched a movie and had a beer, played with her dog, and fixed her computer. On the way there, we discussed the fact that I have never had a plan for my life, other than to just avoid confrontation and change and whatever. Not a bad discussion; however, it was a rather one-sided discussion, since I sat in the car and watched the familiar sites on the right side of 95 South stream past the window. When we got back home at about 10:30pm, I got on my computer, and he got on his. Neither of us really mentioned the day’s events and discussions, and eventually, he came into the bedroom and slept. I let him sleep until about 1:30am. I made myself some Hamburger Helper Stroganoff, and at about 2:30 I woke him up and made him eat some, in hopes that he would remember the agreement that we were not sleeping together anymore. He came back into the bedroom and laid down in the bed once again.”Which one of us is sleeping on the couch?” I ask. “I mean, I really don’t care either way…”Chris mumbles something in response and rolls over. “I’m tired and my alarm clock’s in here,” I hear him say. I let out a little sigh, and know that I’ll end up sleeping on the couch. I do not want to share a bed with him right now. We are not together. Not that we’ve been together for some time now, but…. somehow, now that we’re officially not-together, it just seems wrong.About 15 minutes after he crawled into bed, Chris got up and started playing with the alarm clock. He was unplugging it. He grabbed the clock and his pillow and went into the living room, closing the bedroom door as he left. We haven’t spoken since.

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