They say the draw of excitement and danger is addictive.
I think my wee wifey is hooked.
Barely two weeks after braving surgery she once again put her head in the lion's jaws.
She came out.
This weekend she told her parents about the last year and a half, what we are trying to do, and what we've done to try and achieve it.
It can't have been easy, I know how nervous she gets, but thankfully, the reaction was positive. They are happy for us, and I believe they will be the 'right' amount of supportive.
I'm so glad she has that now, for when she needs it, for when I can't provide. More people who care for, and worry about her. She deserves it.
Funny thing, I think I'm jealous of her now. The people who I have on occasions spoken to about this, seem to either just not understand, or don't really want to hear about it.
I truly don't blame them, everyone has their own plate full, but there's only so many times you can sense someone thinking 'Oh no here he goes again' before you just stop bringing it up.
So, from now on, I think I'll be keeping the public conversation to the football, and my thoughts to myself and my two best friends.
ET, and this blank page.