Doing fine

Other than work being a ball buster, I'm doing fine. I've pretty much moved into my apartment and settled into a kind of routine which does actually include Eric, dinner a couple of times a week and doing house work together on the weekend. One weekend we had a garage sale and the other weekend we put a window in. We got along perfectly because I think we knew in the end we could go to our own places and give each other space, not crowding each other out like normal.

D is also doing surprisingly well. He did have a rough night last night but he was missing his daddy because E had just left after spending most of the evening with us. But after calling E on the phone and chatting for a minute, D hung up, told me he was happy and was ready to go to sleep.

It hasn't been without its challenges. There are times I'm so so sad that my marriage isn't what I hoped. I'll feel this anxiety when I think of what the future may bring. I worry and worry and worry. But of course worrying is what I do best in the whole world.

BUT, every day is just a little easier and I feel like I'm fitting into myself just a little better. It gives me hope.