Just went to a mandatory counselling session for divorced parents with young kids. It was a really somber session and there was this guy who was clearly gutted by his divorce. I felt so much for him.
This other guy next to me was also quite emotional but not as gutted as the other guy.
Ironically, the other women in the room, including me, were all rather composed. I wonder if just by looking at our reactions, one could tell who the WAS were and who the LBS were.
The counsellor probably thought that I was the WAS, judging from some of the comments that he made.
Though I was rather composed during the session, and participated quite well, I fell into a funk after the session. I guess the scenarios in the video clip that they showed us cut too close to the core. And I started feeling very very bad for what kid is going through again.
You can call me Dory/ Grl.
As a wise fish once sang,"Just keep swimming!"
It's no use to go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.
