I got Stephen to take me out to Boyfriends about 30 minutes before he had to go to work. Yay. He had just woken up and was all purdy and cooking potatoes and being sweet and stuff, and drove me back home before he went to work and gave me lots of long yummy kisses and I am all happy now. I sound like a giddy thirteen year old. After all the crap I am always wondering what he is thinking around me now. Everything seems to be fine now. Better. But I can't help but be paranoid that he is thinking bad thoughts about us. I guess time will tell. Right now I am going to suck in every moment.