I am trying to eat. Second day on the pill. Woke up nauseated. Managed to eat breakfast. Yogurt, a peach, orange juice, a banana. That was good.
He came by, took Blossom. Said he wanted to watch a football game here — that the tenants had painted his parent’s house colors. I said, “can you see the contrast?”
I painted that whole place for him downstairs.
I said the house needs to be fixed up.
I asked if he could move the clothes and books because then I could create order, here. He said he would Sunday. I feel sick. How can I make myself well is what I have to do. At such a low ebb right now. I really am. It is Labor Day weekend.
Anything for more light right now.
Anything to not see the wreckage.
He isn’t going to help me.
I can see that. This is physical labor I have to do. I saw a friend of mine this morning. She said, open all the windows. She is going to help me sagely.
We have his mars conjunct my moon in synastry. I asked her what that meant. She told me, it’s not a good aspect.
What part of me got crushed? The moon trampled by a war god — 27 years.