Still more detachment, (less) anxiety and the joys of limbo

[Phoebe]

All over the place is a really apt description of how I feel these days. This morning I woke up immediately thinking of H and what he had done in our house (hiding photos, etc. so his AP wouldn't see them). I try to deflect the thoughts, but they're right below the surface, just waiting to pop back up.

I need distance. Physical distance is a given, but I need space away from him inside my own head. That's harder.