Sitting here at work staring at AutoCAD on my computer screen. I can't seem to shake off that dismal, aching-in-the-stomach feeling, which is something I have not felt in a few weeks. I think I'm over-analyzing my W's every word and action, and convincing myself the end is near. DelinquentGurl, you may now whack me on the head with a 2x4 (she will know why I say this)
It feels like W has all of the power in this sitch. She is doing a much better job of detaching than I am; maybe it's because she had a 6 year head-start (according to her).
As I mentioned earlier, her nephew and his GF are visiting this weekend. They are then driving to Pittsburgh on Monday to take in a Pirates/Orioles game. My panicky, paranoid self is convinced they will discuss our sitch during the drive, and nephew and GF will urge W to pack up and leave.
I loathe feeling this weak and powerless, especially when it comes on out of seemingly nowhere.
You may all commence firing now.
H 56 W 48 D27,S21 SS25 SS22 Severely autistic M(#2 for both) 9 1/2 yrs. "I've never loved you" 3/7/2011 Separated 8/7/2011 BITS
