Habit, and Hope.

Only the second day of blogging and this is a sad one, I'm afraid. I'm sad tonight. Trying to detangle myself from the failed relationship is reeeeeeally tough. We are together every day yet go our separate ways at night. I know that we are incompatible, and we don't make each other happy... either that or we have just gone so far down a sad road, it is impossible turn back. I still find myself wanting to keep trying to make things work but I don't know why. Out of habit and hope; habit because for the last three out of the four years I have been trying to keep things going, bending and lowering my expectations to make him feel like he has as much space as he needs; hope because there is a great side to him and I hope for a huge change that will bring that out more; hope because I want to change myself to put right all the things he doesn't like about me.

We made it from one world cup to the next. Let's hope England win, or something.

Sorry for glumness.