And why do I worry about this shit all the time? Obviously it isn't something I can just fix in a moment. Am I going to ruin the day crying about the crusty rags in his laundry basket? Can't I let it go and let it work itself out?
Also, I'm getting sloppy again. The way I look and dress when I'm home wouldn't exactly turn him on. But I'm not going to live all made up in a bra, either. I'm sure there's a happy medium out there somewhere. Who would feel like coming on to someone who looks like me right now?
Point taken, self. Point taken.
*sigh*
