Ugh! H and D just stopped by to pick up some of her meds for the rest of the weekend.
I had the house looking gorgeous, drinking a glass of wine, music on, etc...
The second I see D, I start to tear up and she RUNS into my arms saying how much she misses me and loves me and hates this separation. Then she asks H if she can spend the night here rather than at his apartment. At first I didn't know how to respond. H just looked hurt and looked at me. I told her that this is what we'd worked out and she needed to go back to dad's place. I told her I would pick her up from school on Monday.
She was so upset. H left the room for a bit and I talked to her heart to heart. She said she really wished she could just sleep in the street away from both of us because then we'd both not have her until we got back together. Whoa.
I had to convince her to go back with him and we agreed to meet for breakfast in the morning. Sheesh. This is hard.
I said that to her. That it was hard on all of us but that we were strong and were handling it the best we could.
She said, "It's not as hard on you two as it is on me and that's not right. This isn't how it's supposed to be! What were you fighting about that you guys decided to separate in the first place? I mean, this is not fair!"
Ugh. My heart fell right out of my chest and directly onto the floor at that moment.
And now I'm eating my feelings with a bag of kettle corn in my lap.
