Now that I posted the enchilada recipe I'll update a little bit.
When H & I were messaging, he told me stopped here to get some things and then of course noticed my dog and was asking questions about her.
He commented on how the place looked with the new carpet and the paint and how it looked cozy.

I told him I didn't want him going into the apt anymore without prior arrangements. I'm not worried that he'll take anything, there really isn't anything to take.

He also said he had a question for me but he never asked me.

This is where I get confused. I mentally prepared myself to come home and read the D papers, but they weren't here. He said they were on the table and they aren't. I looked in my bedroom and they aren't there either. Not only that, but he didn't take anything. All of his things are still in the garage. So....what was he doing here???
Why would he say the papers are here if they aren't?

I had my appt with my therapist today, and I broke down like 7 seconds after sitting down in her office. She listened very intensely, and when I was done crying and spilling my guts she asked if I still beat myself up over my actions of the past.
I told her no, I don't because I am so far removed from the woman I was almost a year ago that I don't even considerate myself as her anymore.
At least that is a positive, right?


"Everyone you meet has baggage. Find someone who loves you enough to help you unpack."
¤Formerly DelinquentGurl¤