There are very few times I go in there. It's mostly to throw washed clothes on her bed after washing.
The evidence that I was in a relationship. Looking back it feels surreal. I'm feeling like I'm settling back into my old pre-R days and that the last 9 years was a very vivid dream. Then I look around me. I see D4, I see the house. I see...her. Nope...I had it. And I lost it.
W is working hard to get me to converse. We were at church so and I did not want to keep the distance going so I asked her about her...weekend. Nothing new. She said she did stuff I did not believe. After church, I spent the rest of the day GAL. Cleaned and detailed my car, had my men's group session, lifted, and went to a coffee shop and stared at my phone while time passed by. Went home about 30 minutes before D4's bedtime. Made more small talk with W then said prayers and went to sleep.
D4 is amazing. She has been my starlight through this dark time in my life.
Sex ed class tonight. Then lifting after. Late night ahead.
