ugh. I feel smushed.
I bet part of this is because I haven't been to church in weeks, so I've had nothing to refresh my spirit. We actually went to church last weekend but never got out of the car because we were fighting. I don't even remember what I was so furious about... and today I found myself immediately repressing the memory of what he did, so the first time he asked me I couldn't even remember what I was mad about, even though it just happened. My mind has a will of her own, and she has a habit of hiding stuff. She really needs to stop doing that to me.