I'm much happier today - yesterday was just awful. Marc and I had a huge screaming fight, which, fortunately, is exceptionally rare for both of us. And we were both wrecked for the rest of the day. I was miserable, the kids were HORRIBLE and Marc was sunk deep in the depths of depression when he came home. But today is ever so much better, and I'm back to being grateful for what I have, and not pissed off and angry about it.
I have a wonderful husband who loves me with all that he has. He truly wants my happiness above all else, thinks I'm beautiful and sexy and wonderful, and tells me so all the time. How many women really have that? Have someone that's their bestest friend, the one they turn to for solace, cheering up, and is simultaneously the one person they want to be with when the sun is shining? He's fabulous - brilliant, kind, loving, truly the smartest, NICEST person I've ever met, and I'm so incredibly lucky to have him.