Saturday night was wonderful and thankfully went off without a hitch. We had a great meal at the Water Street Cooker and some great wine from Kittling Ridge back at home. The next couple of hours were spent doing things not fit to print (let's just say my new lingerie went over well) and then some pumpkin cheesecake for dessert. I got Chris the new X-Men legends game and his own Jessica Alba action figure to lust over (this gift was met with much rolling of the eyes). I got a box of Walker's Chocolate Mint Meltaways (yummy!) and Neverwinter Nights Diamond for my puter.

Then Sunday rolled around and I felt like I'd been hit by a load of bricks. This ridiculous wave of depression swept over me and I spent most of the day curled up in bed, sobbing. I think having such a great night alone with Chris made me so bloody upset because we get them so rarely. The thought of my mother coming back and how stunted my life has become really got to me. Chris is very concerned about my mother's place in our future and I am terrified I will be the one to lose out eventually, as this may ultimately be a big reason for him not wanting to marry me. And right now, that is the only dream I have, so doubting that it will come true has made me feel terrible.