Day 1

I think I already said this, but I'm not built for this shit.
Fragile? Understatement. Normally I'd argue the notion, but there is absolutely nothing "normal" about this...."situation" therefore fragile is precisely what I'm feeling.
Disconnected.
Withdrawn.
And its not as if my hand was pushed. I wasn't forced against my will. I put myself here. We put ourselves here in hopes of building, growing, loving, living. In harmony. Not chaos.
Well now, I'm not so sure anymore. I cant ask a sincere question or make a statement without getting my head torn off. Something as sweet and endearing as a well meaning hug has turned into a derogatory gesture. Is this the reality of cohabitating lovers?
So now what the fuck.?!?!
Praying.