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Faithful Diary,
Every day is another brutal upset.
When we bought this house, I thought we were putting down roots. I thought it would be our picket fence home. I thought we would all live happily ever after.
How could I have been so wrong?
I went into work this morning, though I was not at my best. The bug or the bad food had worked its way through my system, leaving me feeling thoroughly exhausted. I had slept away my sick day. Last night, after spending so many hours unconscious, I could sleep no more. I sat in my bed watching British comedies from the 70s. I couldn't think what else to do.
Terra was in the living room watching reality shows—waiting, no doubt, for Elle to return—and I wasn't interested in spending any time with my so-called girlfriend.
Every so often, I
