After spending most of yesterday wishing I could just die and end this pain, today was a better day.
My daughter, 27, came over today to spend some time with me and the boys. We sat in the living room talking, laughing, and just happy being together. My husband popped via head out of his office a few times, and I could SEE the strain on his face.
After my daughter left this afternoon, I went to my room to relax a bit. Someone knocked on my door, and thinking it was one of the boys I said, "Come in."
To my utter shock, my husband poked his head in and said, "I called you a name yesterday, a very foul name. I want you to know I am very, very sorry."
I choked up right away and just nodded my head. He left, and I sent him a text simply saying, "Thank you. That really means a lot."
I truly believe this is a positive step. I know not to read too much into it, but an apology is pretty big, right?
