I know I am obsessing about this, slowly. It's just that things are moving so slow. I am in a trap. I wish I could take my mind off of it for one milisecond.
I started a new "plan" to get me to be less obsessed. I only allow myself to talk about the stitch with friends and family every five times I interact with them and, you know what? It really works. I haven't had a good laugh with a friend for a long time because I always reverted to talks about H. Last night she mentioned something about him and I said, "we are not talking about it today" and I went to bed feeling less heavy because we only talked about silly things and good memories.
