It’s July 4 & I’m on my couch after a spending weekend the day with Mr. T. I knew at some point I’d breakdown so, today, I delivered my own fireworks in the form of tears. Basically, I lost my shit. While T was cooking dinner, I started crying. And crying. I was finally in a place where I could emote. I was mad at myself for leaning on T because I don’t want to scare him away. It was all an emotional mess. T assured me he’s sticking around. It’s hard to believe someone is willing to deal with all this stuff, but he is. Thank you, T.
Mom sounded ok on the phone today. She’s still in the hospital because they’re monitoring her for infection. I know she’s anxious to get home.
Ciao!
ALL ROADS LEAD TO ROAM 