A few weeks ago, he called to tell me that he was going to come here to pick up
his stuff that he left behind. Which is fine, I have it all piled up in the garage.
But then he ask me how it's going. I said fine. Then he tells me I have so much
anger in my voice and that he will pray for me everyday.
I dont want to fall for the quacking after 90 days, I dont want to fall into the
"feel sorry" pit when I see him, I dont want to think he is "healed",
I dont want to lose my temper, I dont want to forget that he has a long ways to go....not just 90 days.....
Its a real bittersweet feeling....alot of anxiety...