Apr 13, 2019 22:45
What a fabulous day and a lovely date. At least /I/ thought so.
Tartan Day, and aside from the fact I got bitched at for things /entirely/ outside of my control, once we got to the Museum, it was a great time! Loved hearing the pipe and drums... and the live chat with Combat International from Scotland.
There was a lot to do when we finally got home, but I felt like we had a really good day... but no... apparently not. Apparently it was just like any /other/ day out, and I probably should have KNOWN that was going to be the response, because what other way can I behave on a day out in the south. Even if I /did/ reach out to hold his hand.
Just. I feel defeated about it all... all of it. Fed up. Never good enough. Just.. totally crap!
date,
mental health,
self,
life