this morning #1082.

this morning, she snapped open the blinds without even asking. let SO much light flood in. smacked the mattress, ordered me to get my ass up. said she’d had just about enough of my moping. i kindly reminded her that this is my way of coping. she knows this about me. she’s seen it before. it’s no state secret. i assured her that the safest place for me right now is in our bed. no matter that i barely left it yesterday. no mind that i spent much of the day before that here too. i’ll get through. we’ll move on. i won’t even bring up how she still thinks shame is a healthy motivational tool. it turns out we both have questionable reactions to uncomfortable situations.