11h
We leave home to go to Jay's mom's.
He's avoiding me.
I touch his hand "by accident" in the car and he pull's it away. He never did that. Not in two and a half years.
I'm feeling blue.
14h35
Still not one kiss. Not one touch. Nothing.
He asks me what's wrong. I put it out on the table how I'm feeling. What have I done?!
Another argument...
"I need time." Jay says.
Only thought that runs through my mind is "you need time? And what about me and what I need?"
Ok... I'll give you all the time you need! How I feel is not important.
23h50
"Let's go to sleep."
One more day feeling shitty, unwanted, like if he was looking all day long for every posible excuse to be busy with something in order not to have to engage in phisical contact...