They were sitting across from each other at the dining room table, and maybe its just me, but all I see is total goopy love eyes. He was very drunk, and very infatuated, and it clearly (to me) shows in his facial expression. This is the same night I caught him kissing her goodnight.
Going on a road trip with a young friend. It is going to be quite an adventure. I have had a roller coaster of emotions and anxiety about the trip, but all the planning has helped keep my mind off of my separation. I’m going to post photos to flickr.
work is piling up, and the trip is around the corner.
my face has a pimple. stress or hormones. both.
mom and I went to water aerobics twice so far, YAY
So my paid therpaist asked me “whats the point of the blog? so you can revisit these hurtful things later?” …. yeah I dont know, so I stopped for a week or so. It’s not as though I had been doing it a long time. I should have been doing it since this all started. eh.
But then my friend and unpaid therapist said she thought the blog was a good idea, and that I should share it with someone. I have to get used to the thought of that. I’m not ready to share. Maybe soon.
signed up and paid for 8 weeks of water aerobics for myself and my mom
I hope we actually attend the classes
I think the cost of the sessions will encourage me to go.
It’s June, and so many things are reminding me of last year. All the money we spent on her, and on her birthday. All the telltale signs. He knew I knew how he felt about her, and he just didn’t care.
I did not matter.
My feelings did not matter.
Our marriage did not matter.