It's the little things.
It's always the little things that set you off.
Having spent Sunday morning with Shaun and Gary, I found myself on a more even keel ... felt stronger again. They had scared my imaginary monsters away.
Then I opened my cupboard door last night and started howling when I looked at the tin of tomatoes.
Because he had bought them.
Because he looked after me in such a fundamental way.
Because he loved me so much.
Because he cared so much.
Because he had so much patience with me.
Because he had held the tin of tomatoes and I could visualize his hands and the exact shade of skin colour of his hands.
Because he won't be buying tins of tomatoes anymore.