I went to lunch with a very dear friend and told her that H was moving out soon. It was hard. She's the first one to know outside my priest/therapist friend and I just found it extremely difficult, I cried all the way back to work and I'm still a little weepy. I can't even especially put my finer on the emotion, yes I'm sad that he's moving out, but there's some sense of failure, and some social loss there, too. Some glimpse that I will probably be asking this woman for favors, help with the kids, etc. in the future, so maybe embarrassment or a fear of looking pathetic. Hard to say right now.
