I’m freezing my boyfriend out. I mean this literally, not metaphorically – we are in a cryotherapy chamber in a swanky spa and have just transitioned from the welcoming chamber (minus 60C) to the inner chamber (minus 110C).
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I text David to tell him I’m so nervous about moving and marrying him that I wake at 4am every day, stomach churning. Even the dogs are still snoring. I’ve never been vulnerable like this with him before. I have always put on a brave face, leaving him to read about my insecurities later. But he surprises me by being incredibly supportive.