The intruder

We go about our day as usual. We talk about work and what we should do this weekend. We walk the dog together. We even hold hands now and again, but when I look over in search of my husbands eyes my view is blocked by this big pink elephant walking between us.

Our insurance company has approved 8 visits each to see a therapist for "grief induced depression". First joint visit will be on Thursday.

Still waiting for someone to pinch me really hard. Having an uncontrollable urge to kick the pink intruder in the gonads.