You know, after being called out on it, that's not true. I think I'm just hitting that detaching moment where you finally peel off the band-aid, and it stings. I sound a little like Eeyore in that post!
I think that's what I hate - when my thoughts turn to the marriage, her, reconciling - I turn into Eeyore. When I'm not, I'm ME. A guy that everyone loves, has a great time, is happy, optimistic, fun. I hate that I'm not me anymore, and it's all because of this crap.
So, I guess I need to stop worrying about it, or worrying about what W is going to do, and go be ME! How's that?
