I find myself more anxious as the week progresses.. W had told me that I would receive some papers from her lawyer last week and nothing has come yet. (maybe she delayed bc my birthday was saturday?) I think that each time she does not follow through with what she tells me, without wanting to, i get a faint glimmer of hope... and realize that i am not as detached as i wish i were..
she was originally going to file in MAY... and it is almost November..
i guess i have more growing to do in learning to sit with uncertainty..
