I’ve been going through some issues lately. Issues, that unfortunately for my Hubby, coincide with my monthly visitor. My family had someone try to break into my house at 4 am last Tuesday. We were home and asleep. Fortunately, my dog woke us up and they didn’t come in. Unfortunately, while we have suspects, we don’t have proof. So, Friday, Hubby is working, and again, some jerk tries to come in the front door while I’m sleeping. My dogs wake us up again. Thank God for nature’s burglar alarm. Saturday, a repeat performance—at almost the same exact time. Again, Milk-bone security systems to the rescue: Is this idiot not realizing they will.not.let.him.in.the.house? Needless to say we’re moving. So, in the midst of a wedding for a family member, almost being burgled, and moving; my monthly visitor is on her way.
I have relied heavily on the shoulder and strength of my hubby. Last night, I literally curled in the fetal position with my head laying on him just to feel safe and loved. When we went to bed, we had what I can only describe as the best sex ever. He took control and was caring and very dominant. He was the man of the house last night. And, I needed it. I almost cried when it was over.
I’m trying to get a grip but I think I’m spiraling downwards. It’s really hard to be strong and get things done at this point for me. I’m showing solid courage on the exterior but on the inside, I’m crumbling fast.
Now, sitting at my desk, I just want to cry. I don’t know why. But Pandora is helping. So, this blog is a love letter to my Hubby who will never read it. Oasis, thank you for putting this song out. This verse is how I feel about my hubby right now:
Because maybe, you’re gonna be the one that saves me
And after all, you’re my wonderwall…..
There’s your gushy moment from me for the week (hopefully).