Ryan came home at like 9 last night and asked me if I wanted to watch a movie. It seemed like a strange question for a Sunday night. I told him no and went to bed early and could hear his tv going in the next room. Now his alarm has been absolutely blaring for the last 20 minutes. I came to the living room couch to try and get away but no luck.

Now I can’t stop thinking about how I couldn’t do it yesterday. I’m starting to worry I’ve got so much baggage in my head over what’s happened to our marriage that I can’t enjoy any of the good stuff anymore.

Maybe it doesn’t matter. Mary doesn’t seem any closer to forgiving me for anything.

Ryan finally turned off his morning disco. Maybe I can get some sleep before I have to get up.