Went for a drink after work with a gorgeous female friend of mine. Happy hour turned into 3.5 hours, and many drinks and dinner later I came home feeling emotionally heavier... I don't talk or open up when I drink, as I wish I would, so why bother with it? I was quickly reminded once I was home why I don't drink much... I felt terrible, had a headache, and spent the night having nightmares about bedbugs and larvae covering me, UGGGH.
Valentines Day was another story. Hubby did all sorts of wonderful things for me, and we went to dinner at one of our fave spots. I had no expectations for the evening, and it was a wonderful night. He seemed more vibrant and alive than I've seen him in months, and that really gave me hope. It wasn't about gifts, that wasn't part of our night; but for the first time in a long time he seemed more comfortable and able to deal with and within his limitations without the frustration that usually plagues him.
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9 years ago
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