A hard conversation today. We have no money. No cash. No credit. The wedding. The bed. The little bursts of frivolity. It is hard to say no. I have to say no. I don't want to hurt him. I want to give him everything. He is so delighted by little things. Big things. That little smile and then the sparkle in his eye, I don't want to say anything that would extinguish thar.
I said I'd sell my wedding. He said. "No. Your wedding dress means everything to me. You know that, right?"
Fuck. I love him so much.