The Midnight Hour

He and I reached a kind of crisis point last night. It’s been brewing for a while. We were in bed chatting and mucking about when suddenly He took massive offence at something and the mood changed from playful to ugly within seconds. I burst into tears and was wailing “Five minutes ago everything was cool, now it’s turned to shit and I don’t know what’s gone wrong”. Which lately is the story of my life. But for the first time since all this weirdness between us, He actually talked instead of going all quiet and robotic and “Nothing’s wrong” when it blatantly is.

What we talked about is, frankly, none of your business, but suffice to say it led to crime fighting, talking long into the night, tears from both sides, more crime fighting, and a very very tired Mookmoo this morning.

But some things, of course, are worth losing a night’s sleep for. I feel completely loved and cocooned and good again for the first time in too long.

I’m a very lucky girl, really.