It's the middle of the night here (more or less). I cannot sleep. Finally told my T some of the weirdness in my head I have kept hidden since I was 4. So at 2 something in the morning, I have a burning need to tell him that I am not offering him anything sexually and I am not mentioning this stuff due to any desire to seduce him. sigh. I am sure he knows that -- it's not like it's sexy when someone tells you stuff while sobbing. I hate my brain.

When I got on the computer, I saw my husband had been googling how to help a loved one with depression. I am too lazy to find the little floating hearts thingie, but everyone should imagine little heart bubbles here for my husband.