Just back from this community event at the bar. Got as good looking as I could without being weirdly overly done up.
Went in with a girlfriend. Bartender said she would have my back for me. Met up with some other girlfriends. Chat chat.
Caught him coming in out of the corner of my eye just as bartender gave me a back pat for courage. He went to one side of the bar; I stayed at the other. I felt a little frozen in my corner, but did my best to chit-chat with everyone there.
He did not bring the OW.
After about 50 minutes my tension was building up, but I held it together. After the speeches and into time for mingling, I left.
WHEW!
In a way it would have been good if OW were there, just because I want that encounter to be over with.
But--I did it, I'm OK, because I am on rescue shift I am sober and that's OK, too.
thanks to all who rooted me on through the day!
Me: 44 Him: 42 Together: 23 years; never married Bomb: August 1, 2009 Affair since May 2009 Walk away; no conversation; no process
