Just journaling ... I am ridiculously tired. I think the emotionality of all of this is finally catching up to me. I've come to the obvious realization not eating or sleeping combined with a stupid commute GREATLY impairs both my ability to make sane decisions and my ability to stay emotionally balanced. So, I'm trying to get some sanity. My "regrouping plan" seems like more and more of a good idea, regardless of what happens with my W or STBXW. I can't decide what I want to call her. Maybe just Her. Seems like a complete lack of hope to call her my STB-anything just yet. And I'm not there yet and that is an expectation, right? I'm actually looking forward to moving if only to get away from the craziness and allow all the limbotic situations in my life to calm down a bit. That's right, I said limbotic.:)
