So “we” were supposed to go out of town this weekend for a softball tournament. W tells me yesterday that she’s not going. S17 will be home alone, dogs will be alone, etc. No big deal. Except, exactly one year ago we had the exact same scenario and when I got home that Sunday I caught her and him together. I have no concerns about her and OM now, just feeling anxious and remembering how devastated I was. Kind of like ptsd maybe? Also struggling with anger from remembering the pain. Keeping it to myself. Not taking it out on her or showing it outwardly. I’m very anxious about leaving.
