Life.

lying. again.

"What's wrong?"

"Headache."

This is my most common conversation with her. If we aren't arguing, which is all that seems to happen lately, then we're discussing what's "wrong" with me.

Yes, I actually have a headache, but the cause isn't sinuses like she's lead to believe. It's the damn black cloud that's rediscovered my existence. The damn thing is following me around, and has been doing so for the past few days.

Is it his leaving that's left me like this? I highly doubt it, but if I tell her what's really going on then I know he is exactly where her blame will go. Next thing you know she'll demand that I "no longer have contact" with him and, like all exciting things in my life, it'll be all over.

So yes, technically I have a headache.
Yes, I want to stay in my room, curled up on my bed and in the dark.

"It's just sinuses."

"It's just a phase."

"You're perfectly fine."

The cloud is back, and at this point the only thing that'll get me to socialize with our guests will be a drink in my hand.