J spent the night with T last night. This was nothing surprising, and honestly, when they went to bed, I was just fine. Bored and a little lonely for someone to talk to, but not unhappy. We’d had a good evening together before they went off to have their time together, and everything was fine.
I woke up this morning so unhappy and so lonely that I had to tell myself to stop thinking about moving out, stop thinking about leaving.