I've gotten a little spoiled lately by the incredibly pleasant man who has been living at my house with me. Partly, I've been working and praying and focusing really, really hard on staying positive and enjoying my time with my husband, and partly, he's been more himself. Over the last few days, though, there are more and more little snide comments where I hear his victim-thinking, more and more rationalizations, more and more neediness and shittiness and general addicty-relapsey behavior, and I wish I didn't see it. I wish I wasn't so familiar with this fucking back and forth dance. I wish there could be some other way for the story of my life to go.