I'm not going to go into all the nitty gritty details of the events that took place last night, but I will say this. I've got the best man there is.
After I came home from my meeting I sat down to have something to eat (you know ladies...a day where you CAN'T get full....no matter what) Dan says he is ready to go to bed. We have this thing where we try our absolute hardest not to go to bed without one another....99% of the time it works for us. I told him I wasn't tired and he says that's ok we can talk. Well we did that for a while and we were joking around when something snapped. I got pissed. Don't ask me what or why or any of that becuase I honestly don't know.
I then got up and started doing things around the house that needed to get done...and not very quietly so my love could try to go to sleep. (it wasn't excessivly loud, just didn't take any steps to make sure I was quiet)
To make a long story short, he finally gets up and finds me in my office about to clean it. He stops me and asks me what's wrong....the only thing I can say is "I don't know" and then burst into tears. I seriously didn't know what was up. All that kept racing through my mind was all the stuff I needed to do and get done. He then leads me back to our bedroom (I'm just totally sobbing at this point) and sits with me and talks with me until I fall asleep.
I don't know what I did to deserve him, but I'm sure glad I got him.