You all speak sense. I was almost in tears earlier and then my friend rocked up and I'm less wavering again.
I keep having to tell myself that I don't have to make a decision now. Which makes it all so much easier to bear somehow, because I'm finding it so hard some days to just pick myself up and carry on and keep working on a future that is so hazy.
This evening was particularly hard - the phone call this afternoon followed by dd bashing herself several times over, ending at one stage with howls of "I want my daddeeeeeeeey".
I've got a nice and very busy weekend planned (still) and I'm not going to have any more conversations with him until Tuesday. I'm going to attempt to stay off mumsnet for a few days (again) because I think that is a bit of a test to see if I can tear myself away from the whole situation.
Before I see him on Tuesday I will write that list too. My friend reminded me of another incident to add to the list (which involved me getting drunk and upset).
A litmus test will be the tattoo. I've found another place and booked in for next Friday (eek!!).
And yes to all of the things that make me happy: more dd art, no concrete floors, no jazz, less cooking programmes, more yoga, more theatre, more TV drama, more easy food, camping. And high heels on very rare occasions only.