Writing this week has been difficult. All those feelings are still so raw and close to the surface that it doesn't take much to unearth them. It is all too easy to slip into re-living painful memories.
After the anger post, J came home and I spent a good, long time wrapped in his arms, attempting to ground both my mind and body in the present. Our happiness is precious and precarious. I don't want to miss it.
It's Friday! For date night, we're going out to see Warm Bodies. Nothing like a zombie love story to start February off right. ;)