One thing I really miss about Greg is that, when I had a rough day, he would let me download to him and he would make things OK.
...and yesterday, I really needed to blurt out what an incredibly crappy day I had* and have someone tell me that it was done and that I was OK and that tomorrow was a new day.
But I didn't have anyone I could blather on to about the really shitty day I had, so I tossed and turned and worried all night, before metaphorically girding my loins and throwing myself into the lion's den again today (and thank goodness today was so much better than yesterday).
I know I could have phoned a friend, but this was not a rational conversation that I could inflict on anyone other than Greg who knew me so well he knew exactly how I was feeling and what I needed.
A man I knew so well I could download all of the angst in my brain without fear of offense, or misunderstanding, or over-sharing, or overwhelming him, or being judged.
Knowing that he would take my scattered thoughts and help me to reorganise them into something I could carry again.
Knowing he would help me see things in a new light and to gain a bit of perspective.
...and then he'd give me a hug and rub my back and tell me everything would be OK tomorrow....
* Yesterday involved: a day of party food (ie heavily artificially flavoured and coloured, sugary, fatty food) from the tuckshop at first break; a whole bunch of kids who reacted badly to all those flavours, colours and additives; an anaphylactic reaction to a food additive which was not checked thoroughly enough by the tuckshop lady; and lots of anxiety and other related behavioural problems in my bunch of challenging-but-charming kids.Oh ... and I still had to teach them and make sure they were learning - that's the easy part.