Keith has become distant with me lately. At first, I thought it was all because of work, but I don't know now. He hasn't slept over at the house in a while. I didn't want to make a big deal about it, and I know he's always been respectful to me by not rushing things, but I find his subtle detachment cold.
I still see him almost every day since I accepted his offer to work for him at KMH as his temporary assistant while I'm still looking for a more permanent job. I got bored at home and Gianna goes to school now, so I thought it wouldn't be so bad if I took the job.
He's always busy at work, granted, the transition was kicking him in the butt— and that's on top of the responsibilities he has as the chairman of his clothing company. I don't know how he does it. I like work, but I don't like it as much as he does. Or…as much as he did. I noticed that he has been very stressed lately, snapping at me when things don't go according to his plan.
