guys, I think you'll be proud of me (nikb!). H came to get d for the weekend. I was upbeat, no cryng (didn't even feel like crying), packed her back and put it in h's car. it's wierd, he spent over an hour here CLEANING (the house was clean, but he is a super neat-freak) and I asked why he was doing that and he said,"i hate the way you keep this house". I said nothing, washed off my back and continued to get d ready to leave.
I said, thank you for coming to get her, you're a great dad, and that was it!!!
Now, it's 1AM, I can't sleep and I don't know why it's hitting me now. I"m not crying but I dread the weekend alone.
