He’s in a terrible mood: insomnia, bone pain in his feet, kidney pain and prednisolone rages are all combining this morning to make it, well, tricky is the least awful word I can think of to describe it. But if it’s tricky for me today, it’s an ongoing battle for him.
As we drop off Ben at preschool it is just me, him and the baby. He is quiet, tired, clearly in pain. He walks beside me down the hill to the car and whispers, ‘I wish the world wasn’t here any more‘, and I am floored by the sum of everything he is experiencing and feeling, expressed in those eight words.
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He has your love. There’s nothing else I can say. You are in my thoughts.
I was going to say the same as anglefeet. At least he has you and everything you are able to give him. Thinking of you all.
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