Had a quiet evening last night with WW and D4. Everything was fine until WW brought up how we'll need to make some decisions next year. It then hit me again that I'm going to have to start making the push to get out of this sitch. And my anxiety came back.
It's worse now because the Christmas Eve service is tonight. WW and D4 are going in later. I have work. Not sure of plans before service.
I am dreading tomorrow morning. I did not get a gift and I have no idea what it is going to be like when we open presents. I know it's going to be very somber, awkward, and sad. WW has plans afterwards (heh). I'm going to try to do something later. Maybe go to the gym, maybe a drive.
