The past week, I've been genuinely smitten with Inspector Climate. As you've probably noticed, I haven't been the best version of my self for the last six months (I'm not quite ready to respond to all your comments...but thank you so much for leaving them!).
Up until about two weeks ago, I was so wrapped up in my own head, my own anger, my own disappointments that even as I was sharing them with Inspector Climate I was taking him for granted. I was used to our routine and how it made me feel comforted and supported. I was used to him doing the dishes after I laboured in the kitchen, and I'd become complacent over his fantastic vacuuming skills (I've vacuumed our apartment only twice since we've lived there...Dude has mad vacuuming prowess).
Sometimes we ask each other "will you marry me again?" And the answer is always yes.