He brought it home. He went to get coffee creamer for himself and brought home Starbucks for us. Thoughtful. Kind. I appreciate him and am so grateful for him.
I've had the best sleep I've had in so long. I feel safe. Secure. Complete. Whole. At peace. At ease. Comfortable.
I have a feeling he may not feel the same way here at the house, however. I want this to be his safe place. His haven. The place where he can be honest. Where HE can feel safe and loved and cared for and not fought against or having to be defensive or on guard all the time. I want him to think I'm his friend and not his enemy.
Sometimes I feel that.
However, he still treats me so well. I love him and the care he has for me and the kindness and love that he shows me.
