The bedroom closet is done and is empty. A couple of days ago B and I had a talk about him putting his clothes back in there. He commented about the possibility of smoke smell. (It was ok when my clothes were in that closet with that smell though and all we did was get room fresheners.) So I thought the matter was dropped. Last night he brought it up again. When I brought up the previous conversation, he said that I had pushed for him to move his clothes in. I do not remember that. I did not say yes right away and he caught on that I was not comfortable at all. So he asked, did I want him to move his clothes in? I closed my eyes and thought hard. And I had to say no, not at this time. He is hurt by this. But, as I have been trying to tell him, my feelings go so far and then stop. And he's not getting it. But that is NOT MY PROBLEM. Just have to deal with fallout.

I am on empty. I think I need to go on a retreat, but that will not happen. I need to set up a nightly escape starting Monday.

Tomorrow we meet with the bishop again. I expect B to complain about my fall back in feeling. But my feeling is my feeling. My neck and upper back are killing me. Thank goodness I go back to PT MONDAY! This stress is all adding up.