Oh, just posting about the roller coaster--every time you think you are off it--
In office the other day. Sorting out last year's files. And got to the spring show. And lost it. The whole thing--while I was taking notes on some stupid piece of scenery, X was doing...I was probably bit##ing about this dumb thing one night...and all he could think about was getting to visit her...etc.
Nothing like a good cry on your office floor, right?
So, get home. Go to check the mail with my usual trepidation. I have decided to treat EVERY trip to the mailbox as a possible bad thing--been burned too many times!
Sure enough, there is the official copy of the Quitclaim Deed. Not that I hadn't seen it before. Not that I hadn't signed it my very self.
But there it is. For my files, I guess. All that he was willing to give up, give away, for her. She must be pretty special, is all I can say.
So, more tears.
And the dreams keep coming, but I guess they have to, right?
Oh, and one more paranoia--the local paper (you know, the one that lauded X for all his work on the planning commission) had a note that the "Governor will award the Citizen of the Year to a very special citizen at Saturday's town celebration"...so I thought, of course it will be X! Why not? Seems like everyone thinks he is the cat's pajamas! Well, it can't REALLY go to him, as he is no longer a resident of this town, but I'm prepared for anything!
Just posting and journaling--I'll go check on other's threads, now!
