Bear with me. I think I’ve lost the plot.
I was thinking earlier about what if I didn’t go out to meet my husband that night. It was online dating. I wasn’t sure. Thought it was a bit soon. My ex was still in the spare room for Christ’s sake. I was thinking about cancelling until the hour before where I made a spur of the moment decision and shoved myself out the door and onto the tube.
Well I did.
I just can’t get over the sadness (actual tears) when I thought about if I had cancelled. I’m sure I would have been fine, but life wouldn’t have been exactly as I’m living right now.
If I think about it too long, it still freaks me out. I feel ridiculous.
Has anyone had similar feelings before, about anything? It’s really unsettled me.