The other night when I asked hm to talk he mentioned that I had not wanted to talk in a long time. I explained that every time I do, I am terribly hurt and feel worse about us afterwards so why try. Well, Thursday on the way home from work, he started a talk. It wasn’t great but he started it and we didn’t argue, I didn’t feel like crying, and we got some things out. Maybe he is thinking about things. I can only hope. This week has been difficult for me emotionally and then my back has been killing me too. I am glad that he is showing some signs of wanting to try. Now if we can just try to have some fun together and have some physical contact. It is so sad that the only hugs I get are from my kids.