We were at couples therapy. Bella came. After what I had told her — she went with me. The atmosphere driving home was genuinely sad. Then the phone rang. She answered. It was one of the boys. And the smile appeared straight away. I slept on the sofa downstairs. She let me sleep there. Kacper said: but mum went to couples therapy with you. I was driving to the bank, stuck in traffic, and I saw a florist. I came back with flowers and a coffee. She took them despite very difficult emotions. In the evening I wrote in the journal: I am grateful
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