Somehow I erased this post but yet saved it in drafts (I don't know :) )
I am a romantic sap. Yes, I am. Poop is hitting the fan in my real life. People dying, finances crunching, people being mean, cat getting sick. BUT when hubby hugs me and tells me everything will be alright, that we will survive. I believe him. It makes me feel better.
I guess that's one of the major reasons I write romances. I believe in love. I believe it can make things so much better, easier. I love the hubby.
And Caroline posted she would come help if I needed it. I love my friends.