Struggling
I have been struggling all week. I thought I had successfully moved forward. I saw my XABF on Monday at his sentencing for the first time since January 1. He looked "well" and apologized to me for his additive behaviors. I was weak and broke down and haven't been able to get myself together.
I do not know if I am starting to mourn this week or if I had numbed myself all along.
I know that it's the best for us to not communicate and that my life will be much better this time next year. I
I am hoping it's just a phase and tomorrow will be better.
Addiction stinks!