Go to W's house and fix ejector pump as best I can and come upstairs to find her without her ring on. She had paired it down over the last year and a half, so I guess it was no big deal...hurt like hell though to see it.
Held myself together until I got out of the house and then just drove around a bit. Almost called her during total breakdown...for the first time I felt like she should experience one of these ridiculous sob fests, but good sense won out and I did not call her.
I went and got a hair cut, a new pair of shorts and a shirt, and had a few beers with a friend. I suppose these baby steps is how it is going to go, but I have a big insentive to get myself a computer because I really think I do my best unwinding here with you folks. Good that your DBing couch is always open.
