There’s a strange adjustment period when my RRBF gets back from being away on tour. Of course I’m glad to see him, but after about a month by myself, I’m also set in a new routine. So it’s strange when he’s back and I’m all grumpy because he’s in my way, but not in my way. And he’s all out of sorts because he’s been on the road for a month and not used to going to bed, getting up and going to work.
But because now I’m so tired from the disease, and barely making it through the days, I’m glad he’s home, if only to help me get through my life for the next little while. It’s the small mercies.
Next step: our non-wedding in December.