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I think I’m setting myself up again. He’s doing just what he did before when we lived apart. He already knows what I want. Maybe it’s back to our power struggle.

I don’t want to give up. But I don’t want to feel sad either. All I know is that I more often than not bite my tongue when I want to say something. When I get the courage to say it I freeze. Not the past two times (honoring and missing), but what about next time?

Oh. Peter. I’m scared.