“A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow. ”
~ Charlotte Brontë
I woke up the other morning on J.’s side of the bed for the first time since I got back. Only half awake I was trying to snuggle up against him because fall is slowly moving in and it’s getting chilly in the morning. Bam. Marriage nostalgia punched me in the face, kicked me in the stomach, and laughed at my misery.
I self medicated: rented an entire season of a show, got dinner takeaway, and wolfed down a whole piece of cheesecake. Like I said: low point.