Relapse

They had said goodnight well over an hour ago.

But now as he sleeps beside her on the bed, she tosses and turns. Unable to sleep, she fumbles around in the dark to find her iPod. With her headphones on and music playing, she feels better for a while but then she begins to cry softly into her pillow. Half trying to wake him, half unable to help herself, her sobs become a little louder.

“Can you not do this tonight? I have work in the morning and am really tired,” she hears him say.

She starts to cry harder.

She cries because he doesn’t understand her. Or doesn’t care. She doesn’t know which it is or which is worse but what she knows for sure is that what she’s most scared of has happened– it has returned.

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