So long day of yard sale prep. I swear all the hours of work for like $150-$250 of reward! Sigh...however my house will be less cluttered which is awesome and kids will have fun money for Chicago.
Dan came around 12:30 to pick up kids' fishing poles and camp chairs. I told him he could. Some things you buy two of and some I just don't worry about it and we share. Well 30 minutes later my mom (she was in helping with sale stuff) hollers up to me, "Dan's back where are the bike helmets?"
So I guess old habits die hard. I went rushing out the front door figuring he was all pissy for running behind. Although camping has no check-in time so I guess you can't really run behind there. Anyway I hurried out and called out to him that they were in the shed. I had moved all the bikes and bike stuff to my shed so the garage had more space...
So I hurried around the side of the house and was telling him (10 feet in front of me) where they were in the shed. He says, "Relax, it's fine. I am in no hurry." In a pleasant way. I was shocked, that's the kind of thing that usually gets him pissed off for the day. So he got the helmets, I said have fun, and off they went. Me and mom, back to work!
We had lunch late (almost 3:00) when we had a stopping point so she could go home--I just had to go do some more of my own stuff... I took her out for Mexican and we talked about her family during lunch. She actually cried which I can't believe, over Felon uncle, his treatment of others in the family, etc. I know I am not her therapist but actually since I have been going to IC and learning how to deal with my 'toxic' family of origin, it has been easier to talk to mom about family stuff. She is acknowledging (finally) that there is a lot of messed up stuff there.
My IC warned things are reaching a tipping point (F. Uncle got on my BILs facebook page and pressured him about who his 'friends' were just like he did with a cousin last week) and that allegiance lines will most likely be drawn. She wants to talk about this at our next session.
I have been chatting (via text) a lot with my awesome guy friend. He is out in the dating world after his own divorce. I have been giving advice/pep talks from a female pov. It is so nice to 'talk' to a man who is one of the good guys.
I had one bad moment today...actually around midnight. I got a box marked "household" out of the garage that I hadn't opened since we moved. Went through it to see what I could sell. Several old picture frames in styles I don't use anymore, don't match my decor, etc. I took photos out to put in albums and marked the frames. Then I came upon several of those old Wal-Mart photo booklets they used to give you to keep a roll of photos in (do they still do that? I get pics thru Snapfish now!)...
Anyway there were four books of our wedding pictures, 3 books of us renovating our first house, getting our first dog, all the newlywed stuff. And a photo album from college--I need to post some of my Pom Squad pics. I used to be pretty cute!
So all of a sudden I saw of pic of us with genuine smiles on our faces, not fake camera smiles, with our arms around each other. We were probably 20 or so...and I just burst into tears and sobbed for about 5-10 minutes looking through that album. I guess I am still grieving? Felt like a setback but maybe it is more of a step forward that I can grieve and acknowledge that it's really over...
On the plus side it helped reinforce that I am not romanticizing our past. In the beginning, we were really good together. And our love was real, not in my head. That helps me, to know that even if it is gone, it was real...
Anyway I hurried out and called out to him that they were in the shed. I had moved all the bikes and bike stuff to my shed so the garage had more space...
