Thanks, Sandi. I haven’t posted because there isn’t much to update. I kept telling myself I just had to make it through the torturous weekend, but turned out I didn’t feel any better when I knew the plane had touched down and she was back. I was able to get some real work done with school stuff, however, and do a better job than I have in a long while since BD. I also waffled back and forth on whether I should decorate for the holidays and I finally decided, why not!? I’m going to. I thought perhaps it would be morbid or weird, but I literally had a goofy smile on my face when I started putting up some lights and my vision came together. I knew I made the right decision. So I will continue decorating this week and make the home a joyful, peaceful place for me and the dogs.
Today officially marks one week of zero contact with W, from either side (definitely the longest ever). But it was ruined by the darn medical clinic calling her this morning before calling me about my upcoming appointment. First she just texted they were trying to get a hold of me (I was already off the phone by the time I got the text, so it’s not like I didn’t answer them for hours). Then after no response she asked if everything is okay and do I need her to do anything. Is it wrong to just not reply? I feel very disgusted with W and just have no interest in breaking NC. Don’t want to be rude but this is not an important event.
