We ran into each other at the house for like 5 minutes last night. He apologized for his X again and I told him it wasn't his fault, he can't control it. I started to cry, eyes leaking, but quickly pulled it together - his mouth did the quirky thing it does when he's feeling emotional himself. Sympathy this time I think.
He ended up having SD12 over night so I got to see her. Hugged her hard. Cuddled and giggled and tickled and laughed while H looked on. Theb went to bed.
This morning I was up and out the door by 8:30, a 180 (I'm usually a very late sleeper).
BF:40 M:33 SD: 12 T: 8, never married, no kids together BD: 8/4, "I'm just done", "...too tired and burnt to try". PA confirmed 8/5 "It happened, but it's been over for almost a year".
