18 months since Dday.
I don’t check the mobile phone account as obsessively.
I don’t look at her Facebook profile everyday.
I don’t check his browser history like I used to.
That’s progress! Right?
Things are good. Some silly, minor tiffs, but nothing horrible. In fact, we are learning to resolve more quickly. Yet, we both have been a little moody/bitchy. Probably due to him quitting smoking (grumpy man). Oh, and we are both on a health kick…no bread, no cheese, no pasta, no chocolate. It’s hell…haha.
He says more heartfelt things. Like the other morning right before dawn, he whispered that I was perfect for him.
I can’t believe it’s been 18 months. Honestly, the first 13 months sucked. Not really knowing how things were going to pan out. Still not sure…but, are we ever?
No. If that is one thing I’ve learned from this shit sandwich is that NOTHING is for sure. Nothing.