We had a nice evening, went out to grab a bite to eat, came home and watched TV, everything was as close to a normal (non A) existence as one could wish for. I slept well, no knot in stomach, woke up to ADP getting ready for work and kissing me goodbye in his sweet and loving way. I didn't want to let him go, I wanted to freeze this moment in time because it's Friday and the dreaded weekend is here and no matter how calm and secure I felt this morning, I know what the weekend holds. I will try, as I always do, to avoid anything that will set him off, but in my heart I know that this is not about me or anything I might say or do. When he's drunk, the unpleasant behaviour will happen and the weekend will be one fight after another, or just an extension of whatever ticked him off in the first place if he remembers.
So right now, I am just trying to enjoy this peaceful feeling, hoping for the best but expecting the worse. And really trying to work on my
acceptance of what will never be.
