My detaching ended right about the time I posted last... dang it!!! I sat outside my office around the corner and cried for a good 45 minutes. It was a mix of anger and sadness. Anger because I can't believe she had to do this OFP, that she is still acting like a victim. I guess I should know, that is just her, and I should be glad to be free of it, but it's not sinking in.
Everything I think of that I'd like to do with my life, I don't know how I am going to do it without her. There are things I just can't do alone.
My anxiety is coming down slowly, but still no where near gone. PTSD still I guess? Maybe if I'd force myself to do something fun would help?
