I know. My husband is great. When he got home from work, he ordered us a pizza and we watched Austin Powers (one of my favorite movies) to put a smile on my face and make me feel better. He’s always been my rock when I have my moments. He gives me the time and space when I have my moments but then he helps reel me back in before I get too far.
I think I’m starting to fall back into a depression.
there’s a difference between making love and fucking and if you’re lucky you get to do both with the same person