It got WORSE after we attempted reconciliation, and that failed. And I was the one in control of stopping the attempt at reconcilation (long story, did not feel right yet). Way worse.
I don't know if it's because more reality set in (though it was pretty real before) or because the shock and anger of the first bomb had worn off and that was actually protecting me a bit.
Right now I'm not attempting any sort of reconciliation, mostly N/C or dim, and OK during the days. Working, getting out a bit, talking to people, laughing a bit again... but the mornings are worse then ever! Way worse. Nothing helps. 2 hours before the alarm this AM, and total dread.
