It's 2 a.m. Sleep eludes me. I went to bed early, and slept a few hours. I awoke suddenly, and I can't stop thinking about my sitch, feeling a bit down. And anxiousness is rearing it's ugly head again......
This is only the 2nd time since H moved out (Oct 1) that I've had trouble sleeping. Maybe I should be thankful for the 3 hours I got, and the almost 6 months of decent sleep altogether.
My kiddos are coming home for Spring Break on Thursday. Then we are off for 5 days to see my sister and parents. Really looking forward to it! They are my life.
What makes unhappy people reject those that love them the most? Reject me, the person that believes in H the most. I just don't get it.
The longer H stays out of the house, the more I wonder if it is even possible to attempt to reconcile. Is there too much water under the bridge already? I do plan to just let it evolve, on it's own accord, at least I think I do, but, this is on my mind tonight. Doubts are creeping in.
I look forward to Mondays. The week days give me structure. Keeps me busy. That's a good thing. I've got something planed every night this week. That's a good thing.
I've had 2 books sitting here for 2 weeks, ready to be opened. Maybe it's time to turn a few pages.
