Fifteen days have passed since my surgery. The days go by quickly, filled with tasks, doctor's appointments to remove the stitches from my surgery, and gradually increasing walks. Initially, David was very close to me, but for the past week, he's been acting strangely, a bit distant.

He comes home late from work at the company and leaves before I wake up. I try to touch him, and he moves away. Sometimes I think he doesn't love me anymore. I don't know if I did something wrong, and he doesn't want to tell me to avoid upsetting me. I don't know what to think anymore.

Today is the weekend, so...