Occasionally I just fall apart.
I'm talking tears falling, snot running, ugly cry fall apart.
It happens to the best of us. The day goes all wrong when you had such high hopes for it to be great. The sun is shining but you're cloudy on the inside. Everything feels upside down and inside out and you can't get anything to focus.
So you fall apart.
It used to be when I experienced moments like these, I had to pick myself up and get on with my life alone.
One of the benefits to falling apart now is I have emotional Scotch Tape in the form of Hubs.
And he puts me back together.
He listens to me cry/talk/sniffle until well past 10.30, even though his newly rented movie is sitting on the coffee table waiting to be watched.
He tells me I'm beautiful, funny, smart.
He tells me everyone has bad days, and it's okay.
He makes me laugh again.
He reminds me that no matter what, he'll be here tomorrow and the next day and the next day and the next day and the next day....
And that's all I really need to know.