well, he just left with the kids. My face literally aches from the perma grin I had on...hopefully it didn't look fake, I let my eyes get involved and such so don't think it did. I still want to huddle in the corner and cry now that he is gone...he, who was smiling for real and really happy for real.
sigh.
the funny thing is, he never asked how I was. I guess I looked okay enough or something. or maybe he's just too preoccupied with the fact that I'm going out with his grandmother, and now his mother, tomorrow. The thing that bugged me is that he said his ears will be burning, and I tried to blow that off and say, oh, we'll have other things to talk about (true, to a point, we're going to louisa may alcott's house, all of us are big fans of little women). He actually smirked and said, "oh, are you moving on to indifference already?"
ass.
but I didn't waver, I stayed strong, and I laughed a little and just said, "oh, just other things to talk about."
It just irks me. It irks me that he is let off the hook...that he can be guilt free now that I'm "happy" and "okay." But I'm going to stick to the book, I am.
M-41 H-38 M-10 years, T-14 years Bomb-PA 3/19/07 Separated-6/7/07 Piecing/h back home 5/08 S-6 S-4 D-4
"Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is that little voice at the end of the day that says, 'I'll try again tomorrow.'"
