I was being a Bitch. Tired and achy all over, the plan was to reach home and crash. It felt like a long week even though it's just four days of work, this week being Good Friday public holiday.
I guess it was not fair for me to expect my Dear to be back on time but I had hoped to have dinner and a hug ready when I reached home. Not the case.
I was a Bitch. Full stop. No excuses, no finger pointing.
But Dear knows how to turn my frown upside down and straightened my furrowed brows. Just that touch and the kind tone and I am soothed. There are bigger problems and issues to contend with than to stay pissy with him.
I love you, Babesy Boo.
*hugs*
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