I'm having a rough night.
There's no real reason for it, just some tension and misunderstandings that crawled under my skin and refused to leave. I'm feeling somewhat overwhelmed, worn down and tired.
Once he was able to wrap his mind around the idea that there was nothing specific to "fix", my lovely man told me "You need a bite of chocolate and a sip of wine." Then he went and got it for me. In a few minutes we're going to snuggle up in bed and watch Rachel Getting Married while we sip our wine.
This is just one of the many reasons I am marrying this man.