It's been three days, and Brandon is still in Portland, focusing on his mother. He hasn't allowed me to visit because he keeps saying that his mother hasn't accepted me as her daughter-in-law yet.
Nothing is more depressing than this—living my days without him feels so heavy. All I do is sleep, though I never sleep soundly. I always dream about him and our problems, feeling too lazy to do anything else.
Especially today, he hasn't contacted me at all. Sophia went to school with Kimberly and David, leaving me even more lonely with my chaotic thoughts, worrying that we might be separated again like before.
Drett...
I lazily reached for my phone ringing on the nightstand to the tune of Lana Del Rey's "Black Beauty," and saw a call from my mom.
"Mom?" I put the phone to my right ear.
"Hmm... You sound weak. Hasn't your husband returned yet?" Mom asked, her voice sounding calm.
"No... He's focusing on his mother," I replied.
