I have now come to realise that impulsive decisions are my ruin. A few weeks ago I would have run round to see my mother and tried to 'sort it all out' like the hero that I am.
I felt awful earlier and was very upset but I have now calmed down and so glad I didn't go ahead with compromising my boundaries. Still no contact and starting to chill out a bit. I am off to London tomorrow with hubby and son to see some old friends and have a nice meal. I intend on having some laughter and stop obsessing over how she is, or what she's thinking, or how the letter I sent to her was recieved.
My husband deserves to have a rest from my miserable face too : )