I’ve been a bit depressed this week. Monday was 9 years since things were dropped and while I’m in a better place, there are times where it still feels blah to me. The holidays are coming and I miss Nan. January will be 10 years and it hasn’t gotten any easier.
I also told David something really vulnerable on Sunday. I was having a bit of a vulnerability hangover; I was worried about it and I told David that I was having a bit of a vulnerability hangover. He just said, “doesn’t matter to me. What you identify as doesn’t change anything. You’re still you and I love you. I’m glad you’re in my life.”
Then he picked me up today and gave me the bracelet. I was having a bit of a rough day and he offered to pick me up. It was a library night and traffic is awful with construction in Norristown. I’ve been going to work an hour earlier so I can get done earlier to get to the library on time. David got stuck in Bridgeport for an hour and I said, “next time I’ll take Uber.”
I apologized for snapping when I got into the car and he said, “it’s really fine. You had a day and depression, anxiety is no walk in the park. You’re struggling this week. I know I said I was going to surprise you on Sunday, but I thought today would be a better day.” He handed me a jewelry box.
I was shocked. He said, “it was mom’s, but I think you’ll love it.” I opened it and it was such a beautiful bracelet. I teared up a bit, gave him a big hug and kiss. Several hugs and kisses.
I smiled and said, “this is so me! It seems like your mom and I have the same style.”
He smiled and said, “she would have loved you.”
This feels extremely special to me. This is the most special gift to me. I’m really grateful and vulnerability hangover is gone.