He’s in therapy tonight. I know it’s good, and I know it’s helping, but I just want to go home. Today was ok. Just now, my phone didn’t want to type out “ok”, and I guess you could say “today was.” We were chatting at lunch about how our days were going, and I told…
I’ve made it to Friday. I’m doing ok this week. At the beginning of the week, I told myself I wasn’t going to let myself have a bad week. Naturally, on Monday, I decided I couldn’t be happy and went down some mental pathways that are best left untraveled. Driving to work, I kept thinking…
It’s a stressful day. We still have no idea what’s going on, legally. We won’t even have a clue about the next step(s) until after noon, when he can finally get an answer from the lawyer about whether or not he needs to even be at the meeting tomorrow. We texted a bit at his…