This is the bad time of day for me. The kids are in bed, STBX is off doing whatever (or whoever) he's doing, and I'm alone. Everything is taken care of for the day, and it's quiet...too quiet. This is when it gets edgy and broody for me.
Tried my usual remedies...glass of wine, check. Nice bubble bath, check. Chopin's Nocturnes on the iPod, check. Try deep breathing exercises. Nothing is working. Nothing is working. Get out of the tub and dry off, put on comfy pjs.
Nothing on TV. Pacing around the house. Can't settle down with a good book or a movie. All the little wheels in my head are going 1,000 miles an hour and I'm working myself into a rip-roaring case of the screaming mee-mees, second guessing myself with all the "what-ifs" and "if-onlys." I don't love him anymore and I definitely don't want him anymore, but I can't help thinking about what I could have done differently so that we didn't end up in this place. Gah.
So I'm turning to this journal because I feel the need to talk to SOMEONE, even if it's only a collection of wires and circuits and electrons floating around in cyberspace.
Thanks for listening. Just typing this out is making me feel a little better.
Hopefully I'll be able to sleep tonight, and tomorrow will be better.