I came off my Facebook for a few days as I couldn’t cope with the avalanche of ‘#MeToo’ on my timeline. It just hurt. But more than that, for all the people who are able to say ‘me too,’ it’s the number that can’t, or haven’t yet experienced it, that really upsets me.
Shortly, I’ll be sat in an airport, having left TSH for a three-hour flight, won’t see him for six weeks. I went with him to get him settled in his new location and we’ve had a lovely time, tinged with that feeling of time ticking along. He’s my best friend, my lover, my confidant, my world.
I got into bed last night, completely knackered. It had been a long day and a long couple of weeks, and all I wanted to do was sleep. But TSH had other ideas.
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I’m embracing my inner little and wearing my Totoro socks today. And it seems apt that to take the photo, I curled up into a small ball, too. It’s a multi-layered reflection of how I’m feeling right now.
TSH and I played this afternoon. It was unexpected and very needed. And a total surprise.