I was sitting on the toilet at midnight, about to begin reading Eat Pray Love for the fourth time, when he knocked on the door and said, “Bubble are you ok to be unsupervised right now? I worry about you”
I had gotten out of our bed and moved to the guest room, where I’d been spending more than a few nights enjoying my own bed and some quiet.
Of course he was referring to my slight wig out earlier on when I expressed my paranoia and jealous thoughts. “I just need you to believe that I’m ok, that there’s nothing wrong with me” I told him. “Because when I’m like this I don’t”
I was so touched by his tenderness and thoughtfulness to come check on me in the bathroom but of course by that stage the wig out had passed and I felt completely normal.