Hey man, wednesday night I was struggling with the thinking about the "thing" and it really messed me up, went for a walk about 1130 (mind you I ran 5 miles at lunch, trained kickboxing for an hour then jiu jitsu for 1 1/2 hours.. anyways, I came home from the walk I went upstairs grabbed my pillow and was going to just go sleep on the couch. She asked where are you going... well we talked, for about 45 mins and it was a good talk. My wifes not the most outgoing person in the world, but she showed her pain and remorse for what she did. She didn't say it she showed it. It was a good night and yesterday was good. Last night it was all dreams about "IT" .. and man I woke up miserable. so I left for work, and I texted her and told her why I was off this morning and that I hope we have a great weekend.
I don't want to think about IT.. it's ours we have to own it, and work to get through it. I wish I could suffer selective memory loss like Jim Carrey in eternal sunshine of the spotless mind...
