I'm journaling my way out of the dumps, it helps to be home in more comfortable surroundings, and counting down to drinking yucky stuff. H had already dropped off dog and left when I got home. Also brought in the empty trash can. What is it about the trash with him? Strangely enough, I think this has some real meaning in his alien mind.
I've decided I'm going to wait a couple more days and then I will contact H by phone regarding our insurance and getting therapist for myself. Now that H is retired, I don't have a clue how the different insurance works, and what the procedure is, but my coverage is through him.
I liked the T I saw last time and she was supportive of both helping me and understanding my dbing efforts. H was very supportive and in fact was worried that I didn't have someone to help me, so I'm sure he will be again.
I will be in no mood to talk or 'act as if' the rest of today or tomorrow, so it's convenient to wait to make this call.
Possibly, and I say possibly, I will retract my request that H only come to the house when I'm not here. Given that he's being considerate in general because of guilt or whatever, he may be just trying to honor my request.
In4ride Me 50, H 55, M 17 yrs 1st Bomb Drop 12/7/03 Separated mostly in house Come back together/H breaks back 9/04 Piecing, surgeries, recovery, H retires 2nd Bomb Drop 9/3/07 H moves out 20 min later
