The Day After

I’d hoped to start fresh today. Whatever happened to me yesterday was embarrassing. It was fine that I wrote it. But I should have never posted it. Victoria was upset by it. I don’t think she could understand how I could be that depressed while I’m living here with her. If I lover her, that’s supposed to solve everything, right?
Well. I should have kept my mouth shut. I woke up this morning to find he sleeping on the couch. Now she’s wandering around the house, but will hardly look at me. Geez. Do I know how to fuck up a good thing or what?
I’d hoped to re-boot today. But feel even worse today. I’m resisting the urge to ask Victoria if she wants me to leave. The air is that thick here today. I don’t know how to fix it. Should I confront it and ask her to talk about it? Or should I just hunker down and hope that things blow over?
I won’t get into some of the thoughts that have gone through my head this morning. Not this time. That’s what got me into trouble in the first place. So … what do I do now?