If we were going by days and not dates, a year ago today, a Friday, I would come home to Brad having to tell me I had cancer. The rest of the night was spent in tears. The rest if the night was drowned in fear, and wine. It was an awful night. One I hope fades quickly. I'm push it out of my mind....
I'm trying really hard not to dwell or even acknowledge this weekend. I'm going to stay positive and busy.
I'm in bed with Marley in the middle. She wants to sleep with me and she's not happy Brad wants to sleep in the bed too. Oh boy!
Tomorrow will be interesting.
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