For the first time in a LONG time, I called my W on the phone last night, not to simply arrange a child transition, but rather to talk and arrange a time to go out together. Was ok, but somewhat awkward. We only talked for a few minutes. Pretty funny, W said she got served with papers today. She said she was being compelled to testify in a case involving one of her clients. When she got served she assumed it was from me. I wonder what she thought at that moment. I'll ask her when I see her. We're supposed to meet at a restaurant tomorrow night.
Last year I was so hungry to talk with her, now I feel very srange. A big part of me just wants to walk away and leave all this crap behind. The other part of me knows we need to talk. I have to strike a balance between protecting myself, yet being present enough to hear what she has to say, without kneejerk reaction.
