Odd... a little piece of me dies every time I talk to him.
He had asked my daughter for me to please call him. I took some time to compose myself, already feeling a numbness inside, and pulled up all the emails so I'd have the facts in front of me along with having made notes. I knew it had to due with the divorce.
When I called he said what his concerns were. I allayed his fears and described exactly what was going on. He repeated his concerns. I gave him my perspective. I asked him if he felt better after hearing what I said. After repeating his former concerns several times he said yes. We both hung up after a civil converation.
Part of me still thinks this is a dream, that all this stuff can't really be happening. Not the best way of dealing with reality. I guess my reality is having nothing to do with him so I don't have to acknowledge that he is or was part of my life.
I wanted to spit at him when he mentioned that settlement would be best for the 'family'. My anger, bitterness bubbled up with the unsaid words of what would be best for the 'family' would be dealing with the issues rather than leaving everything behind. I felt the flare of anger but nudged it to the side because it's not about my emotions. It's about the business of divorce.
Expletive deleted divorce.
(Insert Devil Bunny howling)
ARRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
me..
*hugs*
PS.. my daughter and I go looking at different places all of which are too expensive but we both get a feel for what we like. When she talks it's always "we" when it's about a home. That seems like a good thing.
Any suggestions about things not getting stale with the two of us always around each other?
