Tomorrow is my third wedding anniversary. And I’m stuck in an emotional puddle of crap. It doesn’t feel like our anniversary. We’re not really celebrating until this coming weekend because he and I both have such long days during the week, it’s hard for us to celebrate anything in the 2-3 hours of home time in the evenings. And that’s fine; really, it is.
My emotional crap is centered around my NM. Our fallout centered around my wedding. And the last time I cut a major tie was when I picked up the rest of my stuff from her house and returned my house key the day after our first wedding anniversary. So this basically marks the second year since I cut her out of my life.