I’ve been struggling with writing about a very difficult, painful time in my life for the past week. My Writer’s Digest magazine suggests interjecting some light humor when things get too intense, so here it goes:

Last night Beloved fixed supper for us while I was at the computer struggling to write about my life. Now there is something you need to know about our beloved – he has a unique perspective on what flavors blend well with each other and which ones really don’t. For example, he prefers to put orange juice on his cereal instead of milk. So, getting back to last night, I was focused on what I was doing on the computer when Beloved called out that food was ready. I went to the kitchen to find a grilled sandwich and tomato soup. I carried them to the sofa where Beloved was waiting for us to start our evening ritual of eating supper while watching old shows on TV. I mindlessly took a bite and noted that something tasted a little strange. I wearily asked him what I was in the process of consuming, and he told me it was grilled cheese. The furrow in my brows remained skeptical as I explained that it looked suspiciously like grilled peanut butter and Fluffer-nutter. He burst out laughing and told me he had used American/Swiss cheese on top of yellow American cheese to make the sandwiches. I chuckled and settled in to shift my focus from the food to the shows we were watching – Abbot and Costello.