I am sorry you're feeling so poorly physically and this has affected your mood.
I guess I must clarify what I meant by going too dim. I didn't just go too dim; I couldn't retire my resting biatch face and I was still angry and hurt. And scared.
There were times when I sort of slapped the door on his face because I was so justified in my own hurt.
Because I was still swinging on my own wrecking ball, I missed little signs of him trying to reach out.
Cherry, I dont see you doing that. I dont see you pushing him away. You have been kind, civil and on even keel.
Continue to treat him kindly when he comes over. Monitor what happens first.
You can call me Dory/ Grl.
As a wise fish once sang,"Just keep swimming!"
It's no use to go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.
