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it was a rough friday. she called me just before she got home on friday to ask me if "we were alright". to me, we always are, even if -right now- seems rocky.

fast forward to this morning.

whenever we have a ?thing? it's almost always her that brings us back. like she did on friday, calling me last thing before she got home to make sure, with -me-, that we were okay. at that point i was in rough straits, but her calling to see how we were, her -wanting- us to be okay, that did it for me, bringing me ?home?.

waiting for her, more or less calmly, but certainly with some ?apprehension? mixed in. feeling good, feeling hopeful because she went to the trouble to make sure we were good before the weekend. and at the same time, feeling a bit apprehensive, knowing that we haven't talked through everything.

then she calls; earlier than usual even.

and -something- feels off.