Spent a restless night "writing" letters to H in my sleep. I don't remember much, but I know I had a lot of questions to ask about why he tried to make me feel it was unfounded jealousy when he was looking elsewhere. Much also had to do with H and D16 (lack of attention from her dad). Wish I could do a better job of getting on with my life. Maybe that won't happen until D is over (and haven't filed yet).
I wonder if writing a real letter to H would be therapeutic?
