Cryptic
It’s been a rough summer. Our new little family had a tragedy.
It’s bizarre to go from being ridiculously happy to completely devastated, but our little family of me, my husband, and our dog are closer for it.
I feel better every day although my hormones are completely out of whack and if I have even an ounce of soy sauce I gain 3 pounds that don’t go away. I have pimples on my forehead which is a completely new sensation, even through my teenage years I never had acne. The estimate is 6 months to get back to normal. I’ve got 4.5 more to go.
Sometimes I want to shout what happened from the rooftops because it’s hard to exist in the world, and even email people without them knowing that my heart is in tiny little pieces. Sometimes I am grateful for the privacy.
So yeah, my husband is amazing. More supportive and loving than I could have ever dreamed he’d be. My true hero.
