Hi everyone -- I am having a nice little pity party as tonight when I come home a little boy was running for the elevator, so I shot my arm out to grab the door...and my phone flew out of my arms and dropped...right down the elevator shaft. I could not believe it. Not only is it my phone, but it is in a case with my ID, debit cards, etc. Ugh. Tomorrow I have to go to the office and beg for someone to come asap.

My mom left this morning. H did not call me yesterday while he was out of town. I did not call or text.This after talking to me over the weekend like we are normal people. We sleep in the same bed. I feel like I will always live on Planet Crazy.

Tonight he called, I think to check on my son but I missed it. I did end up calling him from my daughter's phone to let him know my phone-in-the-elevator situation. So embarrassing.

I have gone back and forth the last few days feeling like I will be okay, feeling like I am detaching, to feeling so much grief, to feeling so MAD at him (so not detaching I guess).

Last edited by oceangrl; 03/04/20 06:34 AM.
the best apology is changed behavior.
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me: 45 h: 48
m: 23 T: 26
DD1:19 DD2:16 DS:11
BD1: PA for 2 yrs 08/2016
BD2: OW is one of my closest friends 12/2016
BD3: H wants a D 11/2019