I had a reasonably good session with my therapist today, dressed as Paula. I think I was a little scattered and all over the place, but I felt good.
I'm not feeling so good tonight now that my wife is back home. She's really depressed. She said "eat dinner without me, I'm going to go bury my head under the covers." I asked "Is there anything I can do or say, hon?" She said "Don't feel what you are feeling anymore," and went upstairs.
She's not sleeping well.
Tomorrow night will be interesting. We have a regular dinner with friends. I wonder if I should go?
I thought maybe her change of attitude on Friday was maybe a little too much, too soon. We'll see, I suppose.




(BTW, I knew this stuff would bother her, and it should - I just didn't think it would be the MAIN thing that bothered her.) 

