Well, the Lexapro isn't doing as well today as I have a lot of anxiety.
And to add to it W came in to tell me that she is house sitting for a friend who lives down the street who is going away for a week and has a neurotic little dog who needs to have someone around at night.
No problem there. Then she says that since Easter is Sunday she would like to have the girls over for breakfast and maybe I would do something with them in the afternoon since this is the first time we'll have Easter in 'separate houses'. I told her I didn't know what she meant and she said she plans on staying at the other house as much as possible this week.
I told her that I'll go get some Easter basket type stuff for the girls to have as morning surprises on Sunday like we always do and they can go over to the other house for breakfast with her.
She was pleasant enough in the discussion. I put on a calm face.
But it was another stab in the heart. I guess I'm just dense and not understanding that she's really gone. She just doesn't care an more. I guess I am still having trouble believing this is true.
