Yesterday presented a huge challenge for me and I exploded. I resorted to a really crummy and self destructive coping mechanism. I called T sobbing. It has been so long and I felt so crappy.

Today I saw him and I just looked at him and told him how sorry I was.

He is the most amazing person. Not once did he make me feel bad or shamed. He gave me his special bandaids with antibiotic cream already in them. He said, "you can use them to take me with you." I had a moment. I told T that the rage I felt belonged in a different decade. But for that moment it was definitely not 2009. It has taken so long for me to feel as safe as I did tonight with him. He even made a ridiculous joke and I laughed. I will keep these bandaids forever.