Hmmm...maybe I should have gone to work today. Still sick at home. Started looking at pictures on my phone from last year. This time last year, the kids and I want to watch my H at his first solo gig at a local restaurant. I remember being so proud of him. The week before, H brought his D and his friends to watch me play pool in my tournament. Then there was a trip to Vegas for me and the next week we hosted my H’s staff Christmas party. The next day, a solo trip in the boat with me and H and a nice walk along a deserted beach. The day after, a birthday party for my kids...then Christmas pictures...then our trip to Mexico. It all looked and felt so good. This is someone who says he has been done for four years and that he moved with me and our kids because he thought I would be okay here if/when he left. What happened? I ha nothing but feelings of love for him then. How could two people go through the exact same experience and feel such different things? Gosh...that was tough to look at those. He looked happy...with me...with our life together. How could I have missed it? Sitting solidly in Stage 4 I guess...looking towards Stage 5 and aiming for Stage 6 in a couple more months. Yikes...that little pity party took me by surprise and I gues I did it to myself.
