I'm trying all of my techniques to 'feel' positive. I'm doing pretty well, but every so often, I think back to last week. I ask myself why he introduced the young boy as his son. I remember how he hugged him. A usually doesn't get too close to kids. It makes me wonder what happened in a week that I didn't see A. I hate not knowing what is going on. Even though my friends, E and C, try to reassure me, my mind still travels to scarey places.
