I’ve had a quiet weekend. Nick is off golfing with his friends. I don’t usually have the house to myself and while I did miss Nick, it's sometime nice to have some solitude. Mollie was babysitting much of the weekend.
I got an email from Nick right before he left. This was what he wrote –
I don't expect this week was great weight-wise. I know you had things going on that may have made it inconvenient to get to the gym. And I know for sure you have had a lot on your mind at school. But... don't give up on progress; I'm not going to let you. You have come so far. I sometimes wish there was a reliable mood ring. A little stressed/ I need a spanking, a lot stressed /give me space for a few days, feeling good/ let's play, feeling down/ pay me some attention.
In the absence of the ring keep me posted. Your happiness and well-being are very important to me.
Saturday I wrote him trying to tell him what’s going on in my head (imagine how scary that might be for him!) But to me the most important thing isn’t that he understands – the most important thing is that he wants to.