yes, it takes time. I ran the gamut tonight of wishing H would get run over, crying, feeling like a worn out rag, writing my not to be sent letter...knowing that this is my swamp I have to pull myself out of and he can't be there for me. He wouldn't be doing this sh*t if he had a clue.
I am on my own. (tears)
And, you're right, decisions can not be made from this place...at least not made and followed through on.
