Last Night < This Morning
Last night I felt like crap. For no reason. It’s really hard to explain but sometimes I’m just depressed. It is a symptom of hypothyroidism… so yeah. I’m usually fine during the day and get worse as the night goes on. Like yesterday. Stuart and I were watching Jack & Bobby and I was trying to tell him that there was fucked up stuff in my head but he just wasn’t clueing in to how serious I was.
I was getting really frustrated… he just wouldn’t hear what I was saying. I kept trying to tell him until we went to bed… then I said something and he made a joke about it. Oh, I was so pissed. I got up, dressed and left. Slammed the door and just walked away. Of course with my muscles and all right now I couldn’t get far. *sigh* And had to come home. I was probably gone half an hour. I came in expecting him to be asleep but he’d stayed up…. I went and laid down on the couch and he came over and just held me for a bit.
Finally he went to bed and I followed. I wanted to just cry but I kept it in. I wanted to yell at him for being so ignorant and clueless, but I didn’t.
See… my moods are better when he’s around but they still go up and down. Sometime’s I just want him to pause whatever he’s doing for two seconds and come over and put his arms around me. Seriously, that really does make me feel better. I don’t need him to understand why I’m upset, I don’t understand it, I just need him to be there for me.
Last night I laid there for about ten minutes thinking about that and finally worked up the courage to ask him to put his arms around me. I didn’t think he would… he was mad ’cause he didn’t know why I was mad and everything… but he did. He rolled over and held me tight. Awww.
This morning I tried explaining it best I could and I think he kind of understands. He’s really protective so when he realized how I was and how he wasn’t helping with his jokes I think he felt bad. I don’t want him to feel bad!
He did do everything he could to cheer me up this morning, and it worked! He has this pair of boxer shorts that has snowmen on them, but they look like mushrooms. Seriously, first time I saw him wear ‘em I was like, “Why are you wearing mushrooms???” Haha. I hate them. He got three new pairs of boxers in Calgary so I was trying to convince him he could lose a pair last night but he said no. But this morning when he got out of bed he was like, “OK, are you watching???” And when I looked up he ripped them in half. YEEESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!
I love that boy!