So far, being at my dad's hasn't been horrible, but I still want to go home. I've actually lost track of time. I think it's been 3 days-it has. The house is in pretty good shape for once. The dishes and laundry are done I think, the living room is clean, the fridge was cleaned out and we just bought some food I'll eat, and they didn't leaving everything else horrible. I mean, k lot of it is clean because of what I've done in 3 days, but still, I'm happy that I'm not living in filth.
I miss my wife a lot. I haven't had a suicidal, sh, or running away thoughts, though. Wait, never mind. I've had significantly less than usual. I miss my wife.
Do I dare write an apology story for Ari as well or do we think I'll just mess things up more? I'm not sure. For now, my status is that I'm doing okay and I miss my wife.