Woke up this morning and my anxiety was high and the sadness was strong. Without much warning or any real reason, the tears poured out. And he was inconvenienced. He wanted to go out. He didn't tell me where until I asked and he didn't ask me to go. He made an attempt, but it felt like he was telling me to get it together because he still wants to go out. After a while I went to see whether he was okay. He wasn't. I spent some considerable time trying to help him to stop ruminating and catastrophising. I think I managed to help him. He said he was going out and he wanted me to say it was okay... But I couldn't. Because it wasn't. He's gone out now, and I am left to deal with the anxiety and sadness on my own. And come to terms with the fact that I have been left, by the person I love, to deal with that on my own.