oh yeah, I told Mark I needed a few hours alone this weekend. I need to get away, before I resent them all.

And this comes after my 2 weeks of being bedbound, with Mark doing everything and him hysterically sobbing to me on Day 5 about how shitty he felt that he took everything I did for granted.

I just need a break. Not one with stitches and painpills and being trapped in bed, but somewhere where it's quiet and there are adult people and I can drink wine or something.

Wee