Celeste
I left the cookies on the counter for Matthew to take to work the next morning; I had even taped a little note on top of the container to tell him I love him and I hope he has a good day but when I woke up for work after he left they were where I had left them, rejected and untouched. That set the ambiance for the rest of our week, and the rest of the next week. A few nights, not consecutively, Matthew slept on the couch. I still don't understand why he chooses to be so glacial towards me. He had distinctly insisted that I be realistically supportive of him and so I was, and now he resents me for it for some reason—this was my conclusion after much pensiveness. Curfews did not make giving each other space any bit easier.
I saw Emily twice during this time and shared as much food
