…Or to any other undersea creatures, for that matter.

Husband is out of town on business for the next few days.  It isn’t something that happens regularly, so I’m not entirely used to being home on my own.  He’s been great, though.  I have to say, I really did luck out in finding a man who is both motivated and capable of learning.  He knows now how hard long separations can be for me (and this is, I will admit, a spectacularly bad time for a business trip given how…exciting…my mood has been lately), and has been trying to be super nice to me and super reassuring about how much he loves me, misses me, and is thinking of me.

He’s super great about giving me reassurances, even when the culprit feeling is a non-rational one.  It helps me a lot that I can ask him for that.  Sometimes I end up asking him for all kinds of bizarre reassurances if I’ve had a bad dream the night before.  Makes a big difference, though.  The feelings are real to me, however strange, and often I’ve been steeping in them all night.

*sniff sniff* “And…if we were in a space ship and there was an octopus there, and it was trying to convince you that I shouldn’t be allowed to see our cats, but I really wanted to see our cats, you wouldn’t sell me to it, right??”

It’s a good man who is willing to comfort you while telling you he wouldn’t sell you to an octopus.

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2 Responses to “…Or to any other undersea creatures, for that matter.”

  1. susan says:

    A good man, indeed!

    Can’t help but wonder what that mean old octopus has against you and your cats, though… :)

  2. Curiosity says:

    I can’t even begin to fathom. My subconscious is an incredibly strange place to be.

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