ChicCritique

So I’ve been home since last Wednesday, and we’re two marriage counseling sessions in, and…

and I don’t know what else there is to say…

but it’s nice. It’s nice to be back home, and to have P presently aware of all I’ve been doing for him for the last year, and to have P re-wooing me*, and trying to earn my trust back.

I’ve been asking all the questions to which I really don’t want to know the honest answers, and he’s been giving me answers that are not quite as heart-breaking as I’ve imagined.

So we’re okay, but most surprisingly, I’m okay. I think.

The boys and I went to the gym two days in a row and I’m beginning to slowly job hunt - making myself feel like me again, reminding myself of who I am. -and it’s nice.

So he’s hopeful and I’m cautious and…well, we are where we are.

Thank you all again, for everything. It’s nice to know that when I don’t want to vent to family or in-person friends, that you’re here, to listen and be judgey only in your heads (versus aloud. like my grandma. with mean faces and pursed lips.).

* Part of this apparently includes dangling a mini-mom getaway in front of me, “Call Megan and Sandy…” he said. Funny how he suddenly forgets that we’re broke - but I’m not going to be the one to remind him ;) What says you, girls - I’m thinking maybe a weekend around January 18th…?