Monday, January 28, 2013

My old husband....

If you read, Bossing the Therapist, over at, and if you have read Mac McClelland's piece on PTSD in Mother Jones, you will have come to affectionately call me "The olive garden meltdown girl".  That's okay.  I'm okay with that. 

After sharing my insight with my husband tonight about my Monday with the therapist, he, true to the good ole' husband he is, went and picked up Olive Garden, to go. 

What a sweet, thoughtful, meltdown quelling husband have I.

Zuppa Toscana, Mushrooms, and pasta.... My soul is happy.

See?  That wasn't so bad now was it, he pats my head.  And I say I love you James Peterson.

We help eachother.  It works.

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