Something's still wrong

Me, Myself, and I:

I'm still not quite sure what I can do about Oedipus, what I can do about this entire thing in general just because he still hasn't said anything. He comes home, looking like a zombie, he wakes up early, comes back late, and hardly even eats at home. I don't really know what I can do to console him, but he needs to open up.

If not to me, I wouldn't mind if he posts on this and doesn't tell anyone - or gets a psychologist and spills his life story - he just really needs to take out his bottled emotions. Maybe even like, kick-boxing or something. But he still hasn't come home, and it's nearly midnight.

That isn't like him at all. In all four years, I've never seen him so focused on his work - he used to come home, to at least be home with me for a short while. So we could talk - not usually about work, but usually about life in general, you know? I think that would be a great thing to talk about...I miss him.

Sorry for the emotional little entry, I'm trying to pretend life is normal,

- Jocasta