I can see from your posts that you were feeling some anxiety and depression. I know how it feels. Every time I try to escape it, I seem to be drawn back in. Walking helps. I'm glad to see you were able to pull yourself out of it a bit and handled things better than you had indicated earlier. You know your sitch better than anyone, but it still seems like you might be trying to rush things and doing things that might seem like pushing. Believe me, I know how hard it is. December is when I last ML to my W; March is when we last kissed; and June is when we last hugged. I'm haunted by the memories. But I also know if I were to approach for a hug or lean in for a kiss, it would not be received well. As painful as it is to accept, our WAS need to meet us half way or the R will never work. I remain standing in the middle of the bridge, flowers in hand, waiting for my W. I can't help but feel some days that I will be left waiting.
