Coming Home to Pete
I remember the very first time I came home to Pete. We’d been living together for three years by that point.
Nocturnal hypervigilance and ‘tremendous tremors’
I found myself doing something kinda ridiculous on a long weekend away last year.
There I was, getting out of our mega-comfy hotel bed in the middle of the night to scrabble around the room in the dark, frantically looking for a spare blanket like a drug addict searches for their next fix.
Except, the kind of crack I was desperate for wasn’t extra warmth … it was a crack at sleeping on the mega hard floor.
So, ummm … why would I do that?!
Read on to find out!
Who’s THAT girl?!
Who’s THAT girl?
Okay, so clearly, she’s me. But I just don’t get it; how could I possibly have been her only a few weeks ago?
She looks so … healthy.