WW noticed I'm not catering to all her needs as before, sent me a note sounding annoyed. I told her it wasn't about her, it was about me moving forward, learning not to be mothering. She replied, "I'm glad I was interpreting things wrong, as I often do."

She apologetically asked me to make dinner (because she was working on her stuff all day), so I did and she appeared to really enjoy it, asking me lots of questions about how I made it. But couldn't really bring herself to give me compliments.

Not sure if I handled the everything well, but it all feels good. But in a temporary way, like if you were solo-sailing across the Pacific, broke a mast, ran out of water, and it rains for 10 minutes.

Note to self: steel yourself.

"Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
And where have you been my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall."
-- B.D.


Me: 50, MLC/WW 45
Young kids
Nov 2015: BD1
Apr 2016: BD2
Jan 2017: W filed
Feb 2017: D final