It's SO difficult and painful. There's still moments when I look at S and all I feel is the deep love for her that I've always felt.
But we just cannot communicate. There's so many ways we just rub each other the wrong way, and right now those are always in the places that are the most raw, so it takes so little for something to turn into a fight. And there's so many things we do to each other that make us both want to get the hell away from each other as fast as we can.
And then I look at her, and feel that love again, and I just feel every kind of broken. It's why I like not being at home right now, even when work sucks. It's the time when my life isn't a constant exhausting emotional roller coaster.
I have a "date" with my Dad, as soon as we can find the time, to have a long discussion about what it was like for him going through the divorce with my mom.
{{Sean}} i guess things are moving forward, and I'll count that as good, Even if it is painful.
{{{{Sean}}}}
I'm glad that at least you have a mixed bag - some good in with the Unbearably Stressful.
{{{Sean}}} I know it's been horrific for you. I'm glad that there's some inkling of a light at the end of this very long tunnel.
In meme news, I appear to have either food poisoning or a stomach virus. I felt a bit queasy last night but wrote it off as too much sugar. I woke up this morning a little before 6 to get ready for work and felt downright wretched, but I soldiered through a shower and makeup and getting dressed and even got in my car and drove a few miles before I decided that it was not a good idea to go in. So I called work, came home, emailed in some sub plans, and crawled into bed. Slept until noon hoping to sleep it off, but I got sick as soon as I woke up. Now I'm curled in bed with saltines, ginger ale, and a bag. Lovely. I was supposed to have friends over tonight, but that has been postponed since I have a suspicion I won't move much or eat anything for a while.
At least it held off until after my birthday.
{{{Kristin}}} feel better soon
