Last night I fixed a lovely meal and rented Iron Man 2 to watch with Hubby.
I didn't think I would like Iron Man 2 but I love my hubby and he has been wanting to see it......ahh, the sacrifices we make.
But instead, My Grief entered around 8:00....uninvited, unwanted, and picked me up, carried me into Samantha's room and placed me on her bed.
And I cried. I cried in the company of My Grief who had become huge and overpowering....apparently feeling like I had neglected him for a bit too long.
I cried myself to sleep.
Hubby came in after my cry with Grief and escorted me to bed.
"I love you," he said as I drifted off.
He had rescued me....just as the princess is rescued from the dragon's claws. He confronted My Grief, my huge, over-powering, Iron-Man-night-ruining Grief and took me back.
Grief can be a mighty monster to challenge. We'll watch Iron Man 2 tonight.