My patience...of which I have none....is becoming a PITA.
He had the appt at 10am. It is now 2:15. He has not called or texted or anything else. I must admit I did not share a lot with him from my own appointments. I wanted him to be open to what she had to say, and maybe I didn't think he would be, if he heard it from me.
So, I know it's bad, but I am dying to know what he told her, what she told him, and how either of them feel about the stitch. I was hoping to feel more resolved today and now I don't. I feel okay. I'm sure she validated his pain, and that's good. I don't want him to feel like he has to just brush it off and pick up, cause that's not it. But I do think he has to get off the fence. I'm also sure she talked to him about boundaries and about the OW (....something Wench...there has to be a great awful word that starts with O....) and hopefully he understands how wrong that stitch is, how much it hurts, etc.
Of course she (the C) won't tell me, and that's fine. And I don't expect to get a lot of answers from him...but dang...at least a little piddly ole bone or something tossed my way would be great.
Dang. Impatience is a PITA. Put my James Avery ladybug ring on cause my hands feel so naked without my wedding rings. Well, guess I'll wait and see. Maybe she told him to write a letter. Great. Do ya'll know how long it took me to write that dang letter??? It took one night and I didn't even get it all said. I'm not sure if I had a year I could get it all said. But it took me 2 months of C to finally write that dumb letter. It's not dumb. I don't think he's even read it yet. He hadn't as of last night.
Funny man. Lord, I could a use a bucket 'o' patience right now!! I won't stoop to asking. I would die first!! But still!
Love ya'll.
Mel
"Standing knee deep in a river and dying of thirst."
