P just called "to catch up". After quite a while of that, she wanted to tell me that she's going to start dating again. "It seemed like it was time." I can't be surprised, but it still sucked the breath out of me.
She apologized. More than once. I can feel her guilt and it doesn't help my case any. I wanted to apologize to her for my piece and she had a hard time hearing it. She gave her appreciations to me. I thanked her. I wished her all the best. I was feeling my feelings but I was calm and composed. At one point she encouraged me to keep telling myself that I was a hot catch. I replied very quietly, but self-assuredly, as if there must be some confusion, "Well, I am." I think that surprised her and knocked her out of her patronizing attitude.
I asked about her daughter visiting (to see her horse). I said D was welcome to stay here. She said that her D was thinking of coming in October and that P had offered to come with her, but maybe I didn't want them both showing up. I said we could check in about that later. She agreed that we could see where things are.
Another layer of loss and grieving.
After the intense workshop, I felt like I just got off the red-eye. Now I feel like I got hit by a truck, too. I sure hope I can get some sleep tonight.
