2nd December, 2027


Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I was too hopeful. I didn’t think things would end up like this. Maybe a little part of me knew.

My birthday was quite a boring affair. Yes, Wyatt remembered. Yes, he bought me something – something which I had long wanted and I was even impressed that he remembered. But the moment he gave it to me was less than perfect. He doesn’t seem to think he can make me happy anymore. I don’t feel like I can ever be enough for him.

We barely talk or see each other anymore. It’s quite the strangest thing since I’m still home, still searching for the next source of income. I was even terribly sick for a good week and still managed to drag myself to the Underworld, sleeping away 90% of the day so that I could conserve enough energy just to make the trip.

We missed Phoebe’s birthday. I managed to call her at least, but Wyatt – he was working. He’s always working. If not that, he’s sleeping. I don’t think his charges are giving him too much trouble, but I don’t know. If I even try to talk about it he throws up that wall he always does when he doesn’t want to talk about something. Is it wrong to think I’ve fallen out of love with him? Though that can’t be possible, because when he does things like that it still hurts like a bitch.

It’s only just reached a pinnacle now because of thanksgiving. He invited one of his workmates around to the Halliwell manor for dinner with the rest of his family. While he talked to her for half the night, I found myself sitting at the table feeling very much alone. Of course I was jealous, he’s my fiancé. Though he doesn’t seem to remember that. Or at least… he’s grown rather ignorant. But he probably always has been, I’ve just been too loving to give a damn. Chris broke away from his girlfriend long enough to offer me some solace. I guess that’s kind of easy once you remind me how long Wyatt and I have been together, that he gave me that ring. Nobody else, just me. But then, I keep looking at other men, wondering if things would be better with them. Hell, half the time I’m not even thinking of that, I just want to find a way out of this pain. I am really trying to hold back from doing something I’ll regret. Now I just live for those moments, the small glimmers of our old life he offers when he comes back to me. It’s probably not the best thing to do, but it’s the only thing. And I look towards Christmas hoping that one wish will be granted.