Love is a wonderful thing. Then again, so is chocolate. At least with chocolate you can get it from anywhere. You don't have to fight for it, strive to keep it alive, wonder where it's all gone wrong or demonstrate your commitment to it.
Now normally I really wouldn't put too much weight in The Sunday Times' star sign prediction for my week, especially when it was so sloppily written, but this week it was oddly accurate and relevant. My lady and I have been having serious issues of late and Tuesday night everything came to a head. We had one of those awful evenings where a little conversation escalates and escalates until you're both in tears and trying to decide whether you should still be together.
I suppose it's kind of cathartic in a way and things are basically alright, in that we decided to try and work everything out, but it's left me feeling shaky to say the least. Shaky and cruel and selfish, as much of it comes from my own misgivings and issues.
Sigh.
Bob's not dead! Hurrah!
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and for you miss, this is for when you get your internets back,
So, did you get all your sewing done? ... or should I not ask?