12:35 pm. Beckett, again, insisted that Scarlett wear a mask indoors and, again, we fought about it. I took Scarlett aside and tried to comfort her in the other room. Beckett eventually dropped it, then went to Manhattan to hang out with his friends, but not before sending a conciliatory text letting us know that there was a street fair on Court Street and that Scarlett might enjoy it.
I reached out to Mandy to discuss Beckett’s insistence that Scarlett wear a mask and, of course, she refuses to respond. Realizing that my will to live is largely affected by her daily hostility. It’s like living with a terminal illness. It affects me a lot more than I realize, I think. It makes life way more unbearable.