Christmas eve came and if you know me, yourll know I’m basically buddy the elf at Christmas. Well from August leading up if I’m honest 🤦🏼♀️
Pete wanted us to enjoy it no matter what and put so much effort into making such a sombre time a perfect day.
We ordered a Chinese and watched Christmas telly till midnight. Then we opened our presents from eachother.
He spoilt me so much, the most thoughtful presents. Personalised to me. It was special ❤️
We eventually went to sleep, well he did, I waited up for santa, obviously. 💁🏼♀️
The next morning we had a early wake up call from petes nieces, fueled with Christmas excitement. We had a family breakfast together and opened presents.
A stranger looking in would of assumed we were having the best day, but Pete wasn’t okay. I wasn’t okay. None of us were, it was only 5 days previous we didn’t know if he was coming home with us again.
Pete and I spent the rest of the day at my friends.
He was embarrassed when the crisis team phoned to check in but nobody was judging. Everyone was just so grateful he was there.
I am and was so so proud of him for that Christmas, it can’t of been easy showing your face to anyone let alone my friends at such a hard time. Pete was stronger than he realised.
After a few days we went back home to his. Welcoming a routine.
