I look forward to when he goes to bed. It is when I can finally take a breath.

I swear, I feel as though I spend each day holding my breath.

I feel as though I have to tip toe around him most days.

Lately, I don’t dare even run the vacuum when he’s downstairs for fear of setting him off on a rant about how he can’t hear the TV.

Most days we grate on each other’s nerves.

What I wouldn’t give for a place near the water…alone with my dog.

And yet I stay.

Today’s tee