Last April, just after dinner, Brian sat me down on the couch and said something that was the equivalent of the heart-stopping phrase,
"We have to talk."
I remember this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, followed by the thought, "Oh no, what have I done?"
With the passing of my sister, Debbie, in February, we had both been through several brutal months, trying our best to survive as she slipped away from us. Neither one of us were getting much sleep, both of us deep in our grief, and I was finally back at work trying to tackle not one, but three, gigantic projects.
In the sweetest, most gentle voice, Brian began to share with me his massive concern for my health and wellbeing. With tears in his eyes, he told me he really felt that if I didn't stop the long, intense hours and stressing out so much, he was afraid I would get very sick and possibly even "work myself to death."
As someone who has always been able to accomplish major things, juggle lots of...
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