A year ago, I was preparing for divorce. In fact, it's almost a year ago to the date that I was flat ass drunk in the snow, wishing I was dead. This year, I'm back in school, got a promotion at my job, have a new car, and feel better about me than I have in years. Things with H are still in process. Promises he made to the OW - who he still works with - are still haunting me. The "what if's" still haunt me. However, I can't control them. Someday, I hope I feel confident that I can dispell them on my own, or ask H to dispell them for me. This week he goes to AZ to sell his mother's house. The original plan was to go on Saturday morning, meet the movers on Sunday, close on Monday, and come back Monday night. The closing's off, so he wants to go on Friday night, clean up the house, meet the movers and come back on Sunday afternoon or early Monday. My first response was to freak out - assume he was spending Friday night in town at a hotel with the OW. He's done that before. I need to just be quiet, keep it to myself, and let the facts prove themselves out. Time will tell.
