Everyday is a new day

Yesterday's rant session was really cathartic and I feel so much better. FDR and I talked it out and everything is relatively back to normal. It really boils down to a "I need a moment" moment. I have my little tantrum and then after I calm down, I can think rationally again. My fears are still there, but I push forward. I love FDR so much. He takes so much grief from me, but he does take it. :-) I get to see him a week from tomorrow.