Good evening McNaughty
I said goodbye to two families today. Have started clearing my books and journals from the shelves, my desk drawers out of all the accumulated crap. We do lunch on Weds, me and the team. Then I see my lovely supervisor for our last session together. She has been with me for almost 10 years and especially so in the last few months, a real rock to lean on at the drop of a hat.
I had therapy today. Therapist thinks I won't need any more after the settlement is done, we're just working on my noticing when I get into those torturous thoughts that drive me mad. So I'm not fucked up, just been fucked over!
Then I'm off for 3 whole weeks, lovely. A time to take stock, do nice things, (aka shopping and pampering) and have time to myself while DD is away before my perilous trip up t'north. I'll miss her. Having her here to take care of and keep me busy has been a life saver at times.
A time to pause and try to keep focussed on what will be, not what was, is how my holiday will go. It's still there, only much duller, the hurt. But I feel like I'm moving forward slowly, I sense that it shows because DD asked me not to bring a bloke along to pick her up from her summer school. There is no bloke, not even one on the horizon, yet she must be getting something off me that tells her I'm different now. I even think that the reason she doesn't want to be with her D too much is not so much in case he talks about OW or me, but more now because she just wants him there for her, and unfortunately she doesn't feel like he's available in that way
.
Of course you'll all be there to help me celebrate this next adventure, you're part of who I am today, fuck, you helped me get here!