I just lost my chance to get my last bit of sleep. I woke up and was messing around. Mara was talking on the phone. I assumed she was talking to her family or to Cathy. But it was a man's voice. Three guesses who that was.

It's abundantly clear that she doesn't give a fuck what I think or feel here. She asked me after our last dust-up if I wanted her to stop talking to Bobby (yes, the prick's name is Bobby). I told her that it wouldn't make a difference if I did. Clearly it hasn't. I feel like I've been pushed to the side and am little more than a supporting character in Mara's quest for personal happiness and freedom.

All I know is that if she keeps shaming me like this she's going to wind up with more freedom than she bargained for.