The stress of this day was so much, that even as I sit here now, my heart is pounding. I am furious, tired, running on nothing but adrenaline, and am oscillating between wanting to sob into Vor's shoulder and do a shot of tequila. And I hate tequila.
I am meeting Velvet out at the mall, helping her preform retail therapy, and seeing a movie. Then I will crawl into bed with my husband, and I will know that everything is okay, and it will be alright.
And yes, I have to say those things outloud and plan for them, because if I don't make them happen, I might go crazy.