Got home late from work, like midnight. Long story... about every three months I get in these weird grooves and work like a crazy woman. Which is... crazy.
Luther hasn't really fallen down (other than the slip in the shower) yet. He's lost his balance a couple times but it's sort of like how you and I would slip a little. Nothing major.
I went upstairs to grab pj's, hoping I didn't wake him up but I had. The first thing he told me was he'd fallen down and fell in to the fridge. Since it was the first thing he told me, I knew it was a big deal; he never really mentions anything that could remotely worry me. He must've cut his hand, he said it was bloody. I asked if he needed me to look at anything? "Only if you want to see it" was his reply. No - go back to sleep...
I know I can't be here all the time. But I should've been here. It scares me.
Life is changing. Priorities shifting. I felt in limbo, unsure about what to do next. And then tonight, my boyfriend fell down and I wasn't here.
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