It seems just as I am starting to feel better, it’s Hugh’s turn to not be ok. And while it’s perfectly fine to not be ok, I don’t know how to best help him. Unlike me, he doesn’t come with a manual. I don’t know if he needs me to show up with food or go away. I don’t know if he needs a phone call or to be left alone. I know when I am off, I need plans and for people to pull me in even if I pull away. I just don’t know with him.
What I have been doing, and all I feel like I can do is the
small things I enjoy and hope they happen to bring a smile to his face as well.
Sending morning texts, sending funny imagines, and trying to be positive and smiley
and hoping it rubs off.
Not sure it’s working, but all I can do is try right? I hate
when he’s down. He’s been so good at cheering me up, without even trying. I hope,
somehow, I can return the favour.
Anyway, I have to go get ready to collect my mother’s ashes
which I am not looking forward to. As always my dears, stay and play safe.
Love,
The Honest Bitch
xoxo
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