Full Time Care

This evening was a nightmare. I was in town dealing with paperwork for benefits and picking up some shopping or a couple of hours this afternoon, but when I got back my lady was in fine form. OK, so she’d been drinking - she didn’t make the four day cutoff this time, since the anxiety from yesterday had made its mark - but she’d had a great session with her analyst and she was happy.

Unfortunately, I stupidly forgot one of my most important rules when she has her head in a bottle: do NOT try to have a conversation. I tend to reduce my vocal input into our discussions to a minimum, without being mute or rude, of course! This time, though, I was an idiot and opened my mouth.

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