Sometimes? I get crazy. Like real crazy. Like this shit ain't funny take your meds crazy. More times than not, my crazy strikes in November or December. Then again, I've been known to go off the deep end in February, March, July and September.Living with me? Fun!
Tim has learned to simultaneously avoid/manage/support/deal with/comfort through my craziness. And sometimes I forget how lucky I am for that gift -- the gift of having a partner that doesn't bail at the first sign of crazy.
