Okay, um, J is like, having a breakdown. I’m not sure what to do about it. He’s not eating, his voice is rough like with tears, and he keeps saying that he’s not sure he can live without running water.
Difficulties are relative. There are things that I have trouble with that other people have no trouble what-so-ever with. And so I’m trying not to judge him too harshly for this. But my god, we are living in such comparative luxury! We have space! Our own beds! Our own bedrooms! A kitchen with a gas burner! (Eventually, we will have a STOVE.) Mosquito nets. Security guards. People who are looking out for us. I feel really safe and secure here. I wish I could somehow pass some of my feeling of safety onto him.