tortor

That's it! Forget everything I told all of you in your comments about how all is well between Jonathan and myself. It's not. It's so far from it that it's making me sick.

He's gone. I don't know where he is. We were arguing this afternoon. Then we quit, and he went upstairs to be by himself and cool down, so I gave the baby a bath. He knocked on the door and said that he felt really uncomfortable and was going to run to the store. "I won't be gone long." Those were his exact words.

That was almost 2 hours ago! His phone is off, he hasn't returned any of my calls. I'm worried sick and so fucking mad that he would do this to me.

He knows how I am. He knows how bad I worry. Why is he fucking doing this to me. I've been on the front porch, being eaten alive by bugs. My ankles are swollen and have blue splotches all over them from whatever was attacking me out there. I just sat, and watched as one by one, the cars went by, and none of them were him, turning into our driveway so that I could know he was at least alive.

I don't know what to do. I guess I'll go sacrifice my ankles some more.