The D is done (as of April 3), and xW has been acting increasingly less reasonably since then (filed the custody suit), and I am struggling to get any thoughts of her out of my mind. It means that I have to refrain from thinking about the past, especially on days like yesterday (anniversary date), and thinking about what I (we) were doing once upon a time.
Fortunately/unfortunately, it is beginning to all seem like some vague dream I had. And were it not for the frequent pangs on my heart that connect these memories to reality, they would stay just like unbelievable fantasies and random thoughts in the back of my mind.
(It's sorta' like Rascal Flatts' song "Help Me Remember".)
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Well, my time off yesterday with my little boys was very good. We went to the pool, swam and had a barbeque cookout, hamburgers and hotdogs. (Although we got bombarded by flies -- that wasn't so great.)
xW picked them up late in the afternoon, so now I am without my kids. That sucks.
Oh, well, I think I'll take it easy today. Do some writing, sit by the pool, soak up some rays (maybe).
