Or is it just me?
I love DP, he's loving and funny and kind. But I'm so fucking unhappy since lockdown started. Life is just work, housework, sleep, drudgery, repeat. It feels like all the things that made life worthwhile are gone, like lovely meals and evenings out, holidays, travelling. We just pass each other by going to work with none of the rewards to make it worthwhile.
I'm just hating life right now.