I'm really proud of myself. He came over yesterday to pick up the kids, their first time at his apartment.
He made two comments about coming home while he was here and I totally kept my cool and smiled through them like I didn't even notice.
I was upbeat and happy, didn't mention the relationship.
And when he asked if I was going to be OK when he took the kids (I told him a few weeks ago when I was still breaking the rules that it was going to be really difficult the first time he took the kids) I said yep, I'm going to church and to dinner with a friend, I'll be fine. *grin* And I was. It was actually a nice break.
You're not the first person to call me a doormat.
I've got a couple midlife crisis books on reserve at the library.
