Yech-
A good pma day turned into crap. I had to go pick up money from H at his shop, and we ended up having to go to the bank. He bought S this little bunny that sings, dances, and hops, and bought me a really pretty woodbound photo album as well - I love to scrapbook and have a million pictures. He was nice, no goodbye kiss this time, but he was very kind.

I don't know what's going on - I am just moving. I am feeling somewhat emotional about getting my keys and starting this whole process. He was nice about the earlier messages, didn't ever really say who he talked to, but said he left it on for Brad, who is always on AIM.

I can't think about it right now. This really does hurt. It hurts to move out of the place where my son was made and has lived, and where I have lived for 3 years. I am trying my best to not show H any emotion, although I just did and it really irritated him. Some R talk in the car - me being dumb and asking if he considered himself single. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK. I am doing it so you guys don't have to.

I am just afraid of what this move will mean - maybe no contact with H for a very long time. He will pick up and drop off S at daycare on his days, so we won't see each other then. I am just afraid he will move on and never look back once I am out of here. I know I will be okay if he does - can all of you remind me of that when I feel blindsided by the D papers one of these days?

PMA in the toilet again...yuck.
Myrrh

One moment of patience may ward off great disaster. One moment of impatience may ruin a whole life.