So the dude was lovely and I’ll probably hang out with him again, though getting married and having loads of little bald-headed gerber babies may not be in the works. Let’s face it, I’d just screw up anything worth having right now anyway.
Two days ago marks the 4-month point since hubby moved out. I’ve been dreaming about him, which is upsetting. But I had a moment or two of unadulterated happiness this morning – over nothing at all, really. A friend made me laugh, the world seemed like a peaceful place… This is awful, but it also seems to be survivable. That hasn’t always been the case.
Anyway, I am also working on something nearly exciting at work. A proposal whereby I make my own duties.