Really struggled last night. Had been good the past few days, focusing on myself, being there for my kids, being strong and determined. I still have hope that things may get better despite WAW's hurtful words last Monday.

After a week of very little contact, even IRT kids, I was pretty down last night. Didn't sleep well (couldn't get to sleep). Just reflecting on the lack of contact. It's new to me. It feels foreign, and hard to comprehend, but I keep telling myself it's for the best right now.

This morning when dropping off the kids W took a second to fix my shirt. Nothing crazy and certainly nothing to hold on to. But after 9 days of little to no contact, it offered the glimmer of hope that I needed, that things may not be as bad as she made them out to be last week.

M:33 W:36
T:10 M:7
D8, D6
EA->PA (me) July/Aug '16
W move out 8/30/16
Recon M 9/7/16
S0 (miscarried) 9/13/16
W moved back 9/17/16
BD/WAW 6/24/17 while out of town
Home to empty apartment 6/27/17