I should clarify, by the way, that the attack of generalized fear and panic and self-loathing I referred to two days ago lasted about an afternoon, and now I’m over it. In fact, in my saner hours (which are in the majority most times) I understand exactly why he’s with me: I’m fabulous.
But it’s good to know E.S. recognizes that fact in moments when I can’t, and responds brilliantly.
Yes! Fabulous!
The kids is rebound and doesn’t know it yet.
Someone once said that one of the jobs of a friend is to remind us who we are when we forget. And shouldn’t our loved ones be our closest friends?
You’re right on the money.
Yes, yes, yes. You’re fabulous.