This time last month, I wrote *this*
We were so happy in our lives.
Now I'm sitting here, after 3 hours sleep (1am ish to 4.30ish) and I am peaceful and calm, and alone.
The AC turned up in my bed at 4.30 am, bad dreams, wants Rich, so I hugged him until he warmed up, then just lay in bed, thinking.
It's been one hell of a month.
I can't even write about it right now.
It's madness, that's what it is.