Master is home. He walked in the door, gave everyone hugs, and has surprises for people hidden under his clothes. Then he went to trim his beard and immediately made a comment about the master bathroom not being clean. When I said I didn’t think he’d care he said, “It doesn’t matter, it’s not mine anymore.”
I desperately want this to go better than that. I’m not going to be ok if this is the way he is now. Hoping for improvement,and for more positive updates in the morning.
I’m sure tired of being sad.
