Today is a new day. I spent last night working on a business project while D17 had a sleepover / chick flick night. W is sick with the flu and stayed in bed. A couple times I did nice things for her like get her something to drink, take her dishes downstairs. She was thankful but of course detached. I wanted to do more but I felt I needed to keep some detachment also.
This morning she's was watching 'Casablanca' and I walked by during the part where Bogart is doing all the 'romantic' things, going places, being together, having fun, talking. W was crying while she was watching these 'happy' scenes. I will say we used to do a lot of that stuff together.
Anyway, I'm back to working on my project this morning. Mourning our loss and cutting the cord.
