I was doing the school run this morning and realised that I no longer think my husband is a weird perverted slimy sex monster just because he fancies ME.
I was so low at one point that I really did think that my husband must be some kind of pervert because he fancied a woman who was so grossly fat, it was so bad that my skin used to crawl at the thought of this weirdo touching me.
My poor hubby, all he was trying to do was show me that I wasn't a gross toad, I was over weight but in his eyes I was much more than that, and still very desirable.
Thank God for anti-depressants, I will probably need them on and off for the rest of my life, but, they have very likely saved my marriage.