A small detachment milestone. I was running the scoreboard for a volleyball match (part of my expanding third job) when I thought about STBXW's note that she couldn't afford to pay the after school sitter to watch the kids for the day.

I kind of felt sorry for her. The house didn't sell and she worked hard on it. I imagine things aren't working out quite how she wanted and ... I momentarily felt sorry for her.

Then I remembered the trip to South Dakota, the crap she pulled at Christmas, etc., and I was back to mad.

Still, for a moment there I actually wished things were going better for her and that's when I remembered something posted in these forums a long time ago ... True detachment is when you not only are no longer mad at the ex, you actually wish them well.

I'm not there yet, but I finally glimpsed the finish line.


Me: 47, Ds 17-13, D final 6-11
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