I may have found my drip.
I had a bad night last night. Like, so bad, Mom & Dad had to come sit with me so I wouldn't do anything stupid. Or just to keep me company; I don't know. I was in tears. I was catatonic. I was tired.
I texted Craig to let him know I called in sick to work today (Sunday) just in case he popped in. He called me later and we chatted on the phone. I told him at least my crazy is towards me and not towards him, like all his ex's craziness was. *smirk*
Marilyn Monroe said, "If you can't handle me at my worst, you don't deserve me at my best."
I agree. If this doesn't send Craig running for the hills, then he's a keeper. If it does - and running includes screaming - then he wasn't the one. So far, I haven't seen him running or screaming.
He & his son brought me lunch today. We watched a movie together, then ate. I sat in my robe the whole time. No makeup. No hair done. Eyes puffy. I didn't care. I don't think they did either.
Oh, and Craig brought a new shower head and installed it. I now have water pressure in my downstairs shower! What a keeper.
So back to feeling crappy - I slept pretty good last night with only a cat as the other being in my bed, though I did wake up often. I didn't get out of bed until 8:15 and even then, I didn't want to get up. I had to get up. I already had a "good morning" text from Craig sent around 5-something. It just made me want to cry, as I took my handful of drugs and wondered why the hell they weren't working.
The past two days are not going in my Bucket of Bliss.
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