Had it not been for hubby, I think I’ll lose it. My sanity, that is.
I have these depressive episodes for no apparent reason. It started when I was five. To be honest, I haven’t given it too much thought until just recently. You see, hubby graduated with a degree in Psychology, had a brief stint as a teacher for special kiddos with learning difficulties. Don’t laugh now I’m not that insane, neither with ADD. :P
While we were on our way home, hubby blurted out something out of context.
|my birthday flowers from mom :)|
T: I shouldn’t be doing this. It’s not right.
Can you guess what other words he had blurted out? It seems that hubby dearest has been running a psychological evaluation of some sort on me. This is just a phase. It’ll be over soon.
Thank you, Tatay, for making it easier for me. I know the universe has conspired for us to be together and I am forever in debt.