Starry starry night.

I've got this boyfriend right. He's Welsh and unusual and i may have mentioned him a couple of times. Anyway, on Sunday night, i had a small melt down about this whole, well there's no way to sugar coat it, fucking divorce. And i cried until i got a headache and basically did that really attractive thing that we sometimes do when we are in a new relationship-babble for hours about our ex partners. I mean, that's really hot right? Puffy eyes, irrational claims, wet pillows and unfounded suspicions that your new partner will turn out just like the old. The man has seen me throw up, with hang overs, mid argument with said ex partner and at 5am with hair that got wet in the rain the night before, then dried stuck to my head while i slept. ("You are so beautiful in the morning") and he is still around. He is clearly insane.

So come monday morning, i was like a zombie at work. 95% over it and one irritating conversation away from going home early to sulk in my bedroom and listening to Craig David or Macy Grey or something equally whingy.

But then my phone beeped with a message from Welshy.

"Your stars for the day: You deserve to be happy. You haven't done anything bad or wrong. Or even if you have, has it really been that bad? And that wrong? If you have been justly sentenced to a life of misery, surely you'd remember the hearing and the verdict. If you received the punishment in a previous life, how come you don't remember? That's totally unfair. So i repeat. You deserve to be happy. And events this week will bring you happiness."

i don't even know if it's a real horoscope or if he made it up, but I'll tell you what, either way, I'll take it.