Its Four O'Clock in the Morning...

It's 4:30 in the morning. I just hung up with Crab. He called me at 2:55. We had THIS conversation again but a lot less angry.

Shit is really unhealthy for him right now.  I hate that he has to go through this.  He is constantly thinking I'm fucking.  He even thinks maybe someone at work.  Its so not good.  I hate hearing it in his voice and he hates being like that.  But we both agree it can get better with time.

And believe me... I am NOT fucking!  Y'all know that though.  Sigh... no dick for Di... sigh.....
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