Good note on the detachment thing. I had three different softball teammates ask me how Friday -- settlement conference -- went and I just shrugged.
For 11 months, anyone asking how I was doing would get at least a five minute response on the latest stuff.
Yesterday, I really didn't feel like talking about it. I'm tired of talking about it.
I think that's good.
Good? That's a milestone. And don't it feel good? Doesn't cancel out any of the other sitch crap, but it's good.
And this: For 11 months, anyone asking how I was doing would get at least a five minute response on the latest stuff. Is just automatic.
Did you read the section in the Journey to Abandonment book where Susan Anderson says that in her experience, every LBH - to a man - has to - is compelled to - give complete blow-by-blow accounts to everyone every time in the beginning. A way to validate their (our) very real trauma that pervades our every waking moment for months.
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac
