Way to go. W's phone rang last night and all I did was pass it to her (hooray).
SueS,
Believe me, I still get the highs, followed by the crashing lows. I try to even it out and not beleive too much of what is being said. In my sitch the W is under enormous pressure at work, so I take heart that some of the things that are directed at me are not intentional (at least I tell that to myself).
It still hurts after 6 months, but I still have my family together, so that is a positive, I still share the same bed and we talk (try to keep R talk to a minimum) and I can still make her laugh - so keeping a positive mind and fighting like crazy to keep her.
Like the thought of the book club though, 10 minutes discussing a book and the rest of the time getting drunk. Why don't you get a babysitter for one night a month and go and do your own thing? The more mysterious, the better.
