AS, that's hilarious. Glad we can laugh at such hard times. The W came over again tonight and knocked before coming in. Is that crazy or what. I still have not set any boundaries. Still trying to figure out how to be her best friend and have a PMA when she comes around. Even though I really do not want to see her or talk to her. Is that normal? I still love her but the damage has been done. My heart has been broken, stabbed, run over and I do not want to allow myself to be hurt again. Is this real detachment? Or have I lost the love? I still think of her but the wound is so fresh. What do you think?
