2nd anniversay

Drama at work today...but shall skip that and totally junk it out of my system.
Becos,
Today is my 2nd anniversary with the love of my life.
And (I must add lest i suffer from a guilty conscience the whole day), my brother's 22nd birthday.
But we alr celebrated for him on Sunday, and I've given him enough cash for his celebration to last a month.

We're gog to Hard Rock Cafe for our dinner.
It's not so much the dinner and the gestures...
I'm just so glad we cleared everything yesterday before midnight,
so our anniversary can be celebrated in love and joy
And not be soiled with arguments, disagreements, tiffs, bad episodes etc.

We had a major tiff last nite.
Right after dinner at Maxwell Market, Terence stormed off.
I was shocked, and stood by the road....
You know the cliche, "rooted to the ground".
I experienced something to that effect, as I watched him walked off, with nary a head turn.

The worst part is, 10 seconds later, in my shell-shocked state,
I saw the glowing bride-to-be Qiuli and her fiance Eric cross the road towards me.
They were clearly all wrapped up in romantic bliss,
preparing for their wedding photoshoot the next morning.
I somehow managed to call out to them and even more amazingly, pulled off looking somewhat cheerful.
Seeing me in Chinatown, the first thing she asked was, "Where's Terence?"
It took all of me to not say that, oh, he just very angrily stormed off cos we had a fight.
Instead, i fibbed that he's at the shop and i'm walking towards there.
Liar liar, backside on fire.

Then I walked all the way home and we had one of those thrash-things-out-talk at the Fullerton waterfront.
A very tiring 2 hours later, we were fine.
11.15pm.

I suspect 90% of all our problems and issues stem from me.
Really. When everything is thought and discussed rationally and calmly, it's plain to see.
It's always me at the root of all quarrels.
He's simply too good to be true.
I also suspect the strange pregnancy hormones got someth to do with this.
Not trying to avert the blame, but its hard even for myself to comprehend how bull-headed, unreasonable, illogical, ridiculous, imaginative, mean I can be.

Anyway, the sweetheart, despite how evil I am, actually personally went down to HRC to book the table for tonight.
How sweet is that.
I better come to my senses and realise this man is absolutely for keeps.
And stop my insanity. Stop hurting him. Stop damaging our relationship.

He ought to be enshrined as some model husband for all guys to follow.
That's how lucky I am.
In my mind sometimes, i think i married an angel.