You'll know that things are not going well when you find many posts here. It is a way for me to process and put to rest, at least for a brief while before the next one, the injuries sustained by the most recent explosion.
Perhaps I should try to write about the good things that happen.
Like Gregory just having brought me half a pear (the other half for his lunch) sliced and beautifully arranged on a plate.
Or the fact that this time when folding the underwear, he got his size and my size correctly into different piles. In the past I have found myself unwittingly trying to fit myself into his underpants which were neatly folded into my drawer. Not a pretty sight if you know how slender he is and how ample I am.
Or how he tells me every night before we drift off to sleep how much he loves me.
For these things I am grateful.
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