This was a hard weekend. After a very relaxing and enjoyable family picnic we returned home. We'd been very close and comfortable and then the H took a BIG step back.

I am still loved, but as family, like a sister. I only imagined things were getting better - per h. The ADD is only one more piece of a complicated puzzle. We are still working on being friends and reconnecting. That hasn't happened yet. If he had the choice he would choose an amicable divorce. For now it is one day at a time.

He said and I quote, "You are looking at me. I am here. We are living under the same roof. I am not leaving. (Left unstated if that could change in the future. Who knows?) We are taking it one day at a time. You aren't alone. I do love and care for you. Concentrate on what we have rather than what isn't."

There were tears and it was hard. I'm still processing, but it feels like more of the same rodeo. I start my meds for the ADD today and I can only put one foot in front of the other. I am not at the same place I was two years ago with the first bomb. I am stronger and I have my head up.

I am focused on me, which is the only place I can right now. Time to focus, time to read, and high time to go fishing.


Me 45, H 46, S 23, M 26, Together 30, Bomb 6-2-08,
S 6-19-08; H left 12-29-08. H home 12-09, Still MLC in 2012!
Me- I have my big girl panties on. Bring it.