They just got on the road, and the sendoff was very nice. I was not sure how it would go, but H was very concerned and loving. He asked if I was going to be alright this weekend and said he hoped that I would get out and hoped that I would not sit at home crying.
We had some very good conversation today and at one point I told him that I was glad this year was almost at an end. I told him that the year had been terrible and I hoped that the dog's death would be the end of it. He hugged me and said yes, you have had a bad year, I think you could write a country song about it. Wow! That was the first time that he has come close to admitting that the hurt I've gone thru has even existed.
Most of us are about as happy as we make up our minds to be.
