Watching TV on the couch this evening, The Hubby complained that he wasn't comfy; he said my butt wasn't "squishy enough" and that he needed a pillow. I call that another small victory for me.
I am feeling great, physically, but am having trouble sleeping. I attribute that mostly to a heavy-heart about poor choices I have made, and a possibly compromised friendship.
"Progress, not Perfection", I know, but today feels like I am still starting 5 steps back. I miss my shoulder, my sounding-board, my chat buddy, and I don't know quite how to overcome my embarrassment and begin to make it better....
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