Love you, Mona! I believe I can refer to H as excrement in French without having to look it up. Merde. Petit Merde. Merde Enorme!
I love the flashcard idea! I need to occupy my brain with lots of new things...or it'll keep looping the traumas. I even bought an adult coloring book to help slow it down.
My car is being repaired, I've gotten a call for a job interview in my new field, and I'm getting so good at keeping my cool. Some things are really looking up.
And...huge surprise. I just discovered H came to bail me out of jail, but arrived after I'd posted it myself. Had I walked out and seen him, I might have turned around and gone back, but the fact that he drove to the jail to get me out? Surprising and unexpected, and somehow touching...
