This is journalling. I'm struggling with the doubt and the flashbacks. Last December was tough. About this time last year, I was tearing up my anniversary card and breaking wine bottles in fustration. H was threatening to move out, and proclaiming undying love for the OW. Now, as we repeat annual events, those memories are right there. Last week was our anniversary; and we had a nice dinner out, but very little romance. Last night was our son's band concert, and again, he was there - but not close or affectionate, but did hit companionable. I'm struggling with how to tell him with what I'm wrestling with; how to put it away or behind me; so I can stop obsessing and depressing myself with thoughts of "is it for real?"
