Just journaling. W is still staying at the house. Has been somewhat emotionally and physically distant, but not totally. Yesterday she acted relaxed and pleasant. She even mentioned that she needed to return to aunt's house to get more clothes.
I feel like I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. Are we piecing? Is this the corner I've been waiting to turn? Somehow I thought it would be more of a coming together, or that I'd know for sure where we stand.
But that doesn't seem to be the case. I guess I'll continue with the changes I've been making in myself and just be glad she's back home.
Unless she suddenly bolts, my next post will be over in Piecing.
