Progress... I don't even know what that is anymore.
I am taking it to mean that I am stronger, more capable and more independant than I was 10 months ago. 10 months ago I was a basket case. Now, I can just be me and I am OK with that.
I have no idea what W is up to. I don't ask kids about her, whatever they tell me, I just say, "that's nice" and move onto another subject. They did tell me she ran into a pole and screwed her car up and I laughed a lot, I saw the car.
The spews have stopped. The anger seems to have dissapated. I have removed myself completely from the situation and it feels... well peaceful. I hae a full plate at work and school is getting ready to start.
Maybe that is what "progress" is all about. Progress as in moving futher along with loving detachment. I am getting there.
