Met with the director. Told her that I was pretty upset that they asked X to do the lighting design first, when the set/technical director needs are much more difficult than the lighting needs. Poor choice on the part of the production team.
She then reminded me that she had asked me to work on the set, earlier in the summer. In my state at that time, I apparently gave some non-committal answer, and then forgot all about it. She asked X to do the lights later, not knowing the sitch.
So I came back feeling pretty fired up to be a big help to the show--do a good design and help solve the technical problems--give me something to focus on and put energy into.
Unfortunately, this set back about starting to argue about the house has knocked the stuffing out of me. Achieving nothing today but tears; calling lawyers; blogging here; updating friends on the crisis.
Oh--I am going to clean out the horrible drain right now! I can't feel any worse than I do right now.
Me: 44 Him: 42 Together: 23 years; never married Bomb: August 1, 2009 Affair since May 2009 Walk away; no conversation; no process
