Wherein I remember that I do love my husband

I woke up cranky this morning. Real cranky. And I was in no mood to like my husband at all. I was not very nice to him. And he confronted me about it.

But rather than get into a big thing, with his feelings all hurt, he said, "I know you're going through a lot right now. And if not liking me helps, then I'm ok with it."

In the end, not liking Hubby makes me feel even worse, so I definitely need to work through everything. But the hour-long conversation we had about the PPD was really cathartic. We didn't solve anything. Hardly! But I remembered that I married my best friend, and that even if I don't like him very much right now, I still love him.