"Does your stomach still drop when you see him? " Yeah. But not way it use to. It use to drop from excitement. Now it's from fear. What will it be this time? What has he done? What will he do? Why is he mad? What did I do? The constant nagging in my head just anticipating the next fight instead of the next kiss. The built up fear bc I know I'm about to have to ask if he's coming home tonight or staying out again. & anticipating the second answer while hoping for the first. You say you love me. & I know you use to. But everything changed.