I should've said, turned out he actually wasn't at hers last night... I didn't know until he texted me after 9 and kept on texting... would've been a little more than crass to have done so at hers.
Truly You're right, it has been a personal journey - oooh get me, sign me up to x-factor!
- nah seriously - I am not the person I was 3 months ago, 6 months ago - but am I too late? I don't know. He's just gone home now after doing some DIY which has had me in tears for days.
Olives = martini fodder shirley?
myturnnow thank you for the compliment! My humour is often used as a mask and I've used it as a weapon to deflect "feeling"... but I suppose I am just a really funny git when push comes to shove!
I did actually tell my therapist... well, I told him a quarter of the truth - and whilst he gave me practical advice I sensed his disapproval. It's a tricky one, it's pretty much all solved now and I'm no longer scared of the past coming back to bite me on the arse - and I slept well last night and I feel calmer - I no longer have anything to hide - it's all out there.
2little what I was trying to say the other day is that I don't think you should have him there. I think whomever your birthing partner is (friend?) that it should be your birthing parther's responsibility. E.g, if it's your best friend, she can tell her husband after the event - that way you're 2 links removed from any anger/fuckwittery - and you don't even need to see it on your friend's face.
He left at 8, I've not cried, I was sad - my youngest told me he was sad daddy was going - but fuck it I've kept my shit together today - yay me! Even though the fucking car won't start and I'm going to have to flash my baps at the garage tomorrow. But the switching emotions are so hard, I hate him, I love him, I miss him, fuck off forever, fuck your maintenance, fuck your visits, come back - and there at the back of it all is; he was my best friend - how could I not want him to be happy? how dare he