let's start at the end, shall we?

[KindaHappy1]

Saturday, I wasn't feeling as good. I was going to be all alone, so I decided to go see a movie. Reminder to myself, next time I am down, I should see a funny movie, not a zombie flick! I got through the night and went to bed early.

Sunday I still felt down, but I was hopeful that I was going to get something positive from the divorce support group in the afternoon.
I spent the morning reading a The Journey From Abandonment to Healing and I wrote in my journal and did some exercises from the book and that honestly helped me quite a bit.

I went to the support group and had a good experience. I heard many other situations and I got to tell mine, which was refreshing. The guy who ran the group is a lawyer and I got some good advice from him. On the way home, I tried calling my boys to see if they needed me to stop by the house to let the dogs out and to feed them. The boys didn't answer, so I called W instead.

She said the dogs were fine, and started asking when i would pick up the boys in the AM. My mind went to here and OM. I told her it depended on what the boys wanted, if the wanted to sleep in, that was ok, or I could get them early. She started asking the boys and I told her that I was driving, and I really couldn't talk and said I would call back and hung up. I never called back, not necessarily on purpose, the night just kinda got away from me before I realized it was late, so I let it be.