Day Two

Again, this morning, I wet the bed.  Last night, I had to go but forgot – and because I’m sleeping so deeply now, I just slept right through it.  Ruining again a perfectly beautiful Saturday morning.  S was still cool about it.  Still amazing.

And it’s beginning to wear on me.  As if, some how, I don’t deserve it.  I feel like someone is testing him through me and feel trapped in the middle between this karma and him.  I kept saying, while he slept that this is just too much.  Too much for me to really deal with.  I sometimes feeling like crawling in the corner.