For those that don’t know, July in France means one important thing: Sale Season. Twice a year, the entire country hosts sales for a month. During this time, you can find amazing deals – and since Bug and I love to shop, it’s been like dropping two drug addicts off in the middle of crack den.
Yesterday, I met my friend Veronica for early afternoon drinks while Bug took a little down time. Being here has been good for him, and I’ve actually seen him smile for the first time in probably eight months. No more mean, scowling pictures posted on Instagram or Facebook, but real, genuine smiles. And laughter. I haven’t heard my husband laugh in months. Someday, when I have more clarity, I’ll tell you the story of what’s happened to us since his accident nearly two years ago, but for now, I’m thrilled I can say that he’s slowly climbing out of his depression and fog, and getting the help he needs here in Paris.
While I was out, he texted to say he’d bought me a surprise. I was pretty sure I knew what it was, because the morning he arrived, he mentioned a dress he saw on the way from the Metro to the apartment that remind him of me. And I knew the exact dress because it had caught my eye. So when I returned home, he had this waiting for me:
And then I took myself out for a little more shopping and came home with these:
Really, today was mostly shopping and eating and talking. Nothing too exciting.
But to all the friends and family who have reached out to me over the past several months, concerned about Bug and his behavior, worried about the state of his erratic mind and my well-being, thank you. Things are going to get better. They already are.