Wednesday comes a lot quicker than I had expected it to. We spent the weekend with Aurora and Landon for the most part and then Jarrod had had to return to work on Monday morning.
Every night he's come home trying to convince me that we need to go on holiday. Every day it's a new place that we should visit or something he wants to go away and do.
I've refused countless times but I'm not really sure I know why I'm saying no. I'd love a holiday right now.
This morning, we'd woken up together. I'd wanted to see him before he went to work. He'd offered to stay off for the day so that he could take me to my support group and when I refused that, he offered to leave work early. Again, I refused.
This is something I need to do myself.
It's almost two in the afternoon and I'm beginning to feel pretty jittery.
I should have accepted his help.
Except, I don't want help. I want to do this for myself.
My phone pings and looking at the screen I see that Jarrod has sent me a text.