Hour by hour

It was so lovely of my brother to pop over for a couple of hours. He helped turn me from a crying mess into my giggly self again.
He helped remind me of all the conversations we had on the car journeys home, saying that as lovely as Mike was, something just wasn't right. He said it was evident that I was unhappy. He said that he wouldn't refrain from telling me if he'd thought I'd made a mistake - and he thought I was doing the right thing....


He reminded me that these are exciting times. I'm away from a place which stressed me out no end and I'm no longer with a person who made me feel constricted. He said that i'm now free to go and be my own person, find a guy who'll bring me things to me, as I do to them...

When my brother is here with me, I just feel so much better. He reminds me of everything I felt before and that I deserve better than all of this.
The way that i'm feeling now is part of the process, it'll get better - I've got through it before and I will do again.

When he leaves, my original thoughts start to creep back in. I really don't like it.

I've just got to take things hour by hour...