I’ve been feeling rather knackered, drained, out of breath and stressed lately. It’s the last leg of the PhD race and it has got to be one of the most trying times I’ve gone through in my academic years. The tiresome, yet unfruitful days, have turned me into some sort of a bitch, usually grumpy and mostly whiny. My poor husband is unfortunately at the receiving end of this.
Yesterday, we had a heart-to-heart chat online, like we used to do when we had a long-distance relationship more than four years ago.
Me: I’m sorry that I haven’t been on my best behaviour lately. If I were to look at me, I wouldn’t want to be with me…
Him: I’d rather be with you on your worst day, than be with anyone else on their best.
Simple words. Simple love. I think I’ve snagged myself a pretty good guy.