This has been one hard weekend.
It was a holiday which ratchets up crap with both exes - and exceeded all expectations this year. Kids on both sides had stuff going on. My job stuff. And going the first AF weekend to boot.
Actually - don't think we would have survived some of the Sh*t this weekend of I had been ripped because had I not been able to count to 1,000 - formulate a measured response, I would have looked no different than the Ex.
But it was horrible because that 2 day bender where I have no idea what I said - keeps sitting here like the elephant in the room. I pushed on it last night - trying to find out how big an elephant is it, what type of elephant specifically, and was told it was a horrible elephant that lasted two hateful days, couldn't expect anyone to walk past that kind of hurt but at the same time says you were clearly out of your head and I am not repeating any of what you said to me - ever.
His point was give it time, let things settle, and went out of his way to say things would be ok. And bundled me up in hugs but it isn't the same thing. When you have had so much better - bundled in hugs can actually feel worse than nothing. But I still am going to make the long drive home today - bereft. I am trying.
But it is really hard not to to say f'it all. Why bother?
I guess I'll have a good cry on my drive home - and maybe part of my plan should be writing down all the reasons why I bother to fight AL when I get home. Because if I don't - this is going to be a one week quit.
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