So getting the clothes for s13 and d17 went well. They looked good and walking tall.
The Visitation for MiL had a really good vibe to it. A celebration with a lot of people attending, rather than a somber event. W did a great job putting lotsa pictures for MiL's past. I held my head high, went to each of the sisters and gave hugs (even to the ones who do not like me) and expressed my sadness for their loss. Found people to socialize with, and after 45 minutes, I gave my W a quick hug and went back home.
Yeah, the hamster cage of my mind was working a bit on overtime - the fear of other guys being there and comforting my W. But again a groundless fear.
But it really felt like we were already divorced. The sisters thanking me for being there, like I was already an outsider. And my having little time with W. It was an odd feeling.
