Angie, before I forget, I'll head up to your place in a bit. I just want to post my update and catch up with a few folks before I get busy here at work.
Still dealing with a little guilt over my decision... not because I know it's wrong, but because I know it's right. Odd feeling that is, for sure.
I did speak a few times to Mr. Wonderful yesterday. He was in a very chipper mood and had his daytimer out in front of him, wanting to discuss weekend parenting for the rest of the summer. We didn't address a time to have "the talk" but I really sense some relief on his part.
And oddly enough, that is sort of a comforting thought.
I went to a shindig last night, which was a forum for the upcoming election--specifically the DA election. Caught up with a few friends who I haven't seen in awhile (and got the scoop on what is was like to be in the 15th row of the Toronto Madonna concert). Most of these are my wonderful gay male friends... who are very adoring and complimentary, as well as supportive.
Aside from the fact that I was being pursued by another attorney who is working on the campaign ( ), I managed to plop my butt down on the side and listen to what these guys had to say to me. One of them (another attorney) reminded me that it is wise to recognize the distinction I was seeking from Mr. W.
That is, I sense he does miss me, but would make an effort only to please me because he's not happy where he is. The friend reminded me that this is not a firm belief that I am the woman for him, and gave me a hug for understanding that I do want more.
Of course, they are all friendly with him too and wish him well. Which is good, because he's going to be in my life for an awful long time.
I have never been more tired in my life. It must be 18+ months of an adrenaline rush crashing down. But I feel exhausted. I've decided that the rest of my year is going to be devoted to just enjoying myself, having fun with friends and taking care of my girls.
Knowing me, you can count on a few dramas along the way. It's looking like D7 is going to be undergoing some medical tests which will require anesthesia, with the possibility of surgery following. I can reassure all of you that I am not a surgery nut, but that there is a good reason for putting her under again... because all the indicators are there. She's a trouper!
Mr. Wonderful and I have had a few discussions about this, and we both concluded that we can't believe we existed on a steady diet of this fare for 2 years. What used to be "another day in our life" is now met with apprehension.
But, there are lessons here abound. I just hope they get a little easier with time.
Many thanks and big hugs to all you wonderful people who wrote the uplifting posts. They brought tears to my eyes. I pray for all of us on a nightly basis, and the 2 who top my list are my much beloved and missed friends, Meredith and Pam. Please keep them in your thoughts and prayers too.
Betsey
"There are only 2 ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."
), I managed to plop my butt down on the side and listen to what these guys had to say to me. One of them (another attorney) reminded me that it is wise to recognize the distinction I was seeking from Mr. W.
Betsey 
