TW: Miscarriage.

I had a miscarriage in 2017. I was with my LV ex. He left me in the hospital alone while they were seeing if I needed a D&C or just pills, and I had to call a friend to take me home because I was on pain meds. The anniversary is the hardest day of the year for me, and the week leading up to it is pure hell. I've been with my HV partner for 1.5 years. I told him last year about it, once, and said I'd probably want to be alone when it came around. I ended up calling him, crying, and he left work to come pick me up and made me hot cocoa, my favorite food, and we watched Disney movies until I fell asleep.

I'd honestly thought he'd forget the date. I figured most people would. He works during the night and I work during the day, so I knew he would have left for work before I even got home. I came home to a bouquet of flowers, a handwritten card about how much he loves me and that I could call him at any time to come home because he knew it was a difficult time for me (seriously made me cry), my favorite movie sitting on top of the DVD player, a fuzzy blanket on the sofa, and a pint of my favorite icecream in the freezer.

He works incredibly long, physically draining shifts, and goes to sleep as soon as he gets home usually. Sometimes I have to remind him to eat. And yet, he set up this sweet, caring thing for me. He went out to the store to get flowers, ice cream, and a card. He stayed up and wrote that beautiful note.

I did end up calling him, but didn't ask him to come home. I just told him that I love him and that I really appreciated what he did. He told me he loves me more than anything and that it was important that I felt secure and knew he was there.

I think I made it, ladies.