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Thursday, October 31, 2002
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So - I'm home now and he's not here yet. He's working on a construction job with the Josh. *sigh* There's a half burnt tea light standing next to the bed - which would tend to confirm that my fears are true - but *shrugs* how can i say? Thats the shitty thing about suspicions - you suspect enough things for long enough and eventually one of them is going to come true. I wonder what I will do if it is.. Will I stick to my guns ? Will I break down and just disregard it? WIll I cry like I cry when he ties me to the whipping post - or just suffer in silence like I normally do - shedding tears only once he is asleep?
What a strange and nominally horrifying night.
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