This is where I reside; in between. Figuring things out. I really needed to read this today. The dust has settled, we are in our new home, my vacation time I took to sort life is over. I haven't heard from AH so there is no crazy-making, no demands and accompanying anxiety, no out of the blue verbal attacks, nothing. Somehow while I hated all that, there is an almost uncomfortable I don't know what feeling now. I guess empty is the word for it. Who am I now, where am I going. I feel uncomfortable with peace and calm. I'm sitting in the little sun room off the house, an unexpected blessing in finding this house, watching the rain because I can. I keep thinking of all the things I need to get up and do and realize to whom a I obligated to do them for except me. There is nobody to criticize or guilt me. Very odd, you old think I'd be doing cartwheels for joy. I'm not used to being too free I guess.