Mush

Things are off the rails again. But I didn't derail them this time. And he didn't do it intentionally either. I'm scared and worried for him. I'm sad.

Things were good. For one solid week, things were bright and shiny. Everything was perfect, he was sweet, we had fun with the kid, we laughed, the chemistry was crazy.

And then suddenly things got different and scary and incomprehensible. I don't know how to fix it. I know I can't fix it. I can just sit next to him and hold his hand and hope we come out the other side of this. I can't be mad or upset or really. I'm sad that we are taking a detour. But most of all I care about him and want him to be well.