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well.. that sucked

Jerry moved back while I was at work. I came home to him hooked up in his room. He came out, and offered to make a quick meal. I asked about his day. He never asked about me at all. I had leftovers so when I was putting those up and starting the dishes he went back to his room. 

Maybe I'm too romantic for my own good. I think the first day back in the house together is an important moment. Guess not....

I hate that the first day back I am crying. I haven't cried in over a week.  

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