I thought I saw him last week. Near the apt again. I was running out to buy some cat food and litter while my sister watched my baby and I could swear it was him. But I didn't pull over, I didn't stop. The whole time I kept thinking "should I have stopped? could I have actually talked to him?" and driving back, I got all antsy cause I may see him again.
He was gone, which while I was a little disappointed, I was glad. If it was him, he doesn't look like what my Joe looked like anymore. He looked like an addict. So that's why that didn't send me into a tailspin, well plus I wasn't sure it was him. This IM though....ugh..."true loves" really? Grrrrr.
I have done a lot of good...and it's been so hard. There were so many days I did not want to get out of bed, but I did for my daughter. Now, I do it for both of us. My heart is still aching though, cause I still remember how good it was once and just how much he has hurt me and our baby.