Family left for a camping trip so I had a weekend all for myself. Went to an XVIII convent with a friend and it was great! Last time I had gone to one was like fifteen years ago so this made me very happy.
Later had fish fish for dinner, family is not too happy about my fish cooking choices.
Next day I went shopping for art materials and had lunch at a nice coffee place, then came back and baked brownies so the house would smell delicious when my people came back.
She’s a cutie! What’s her name? I like her coat.
I always get my SO three things every year: one thing he really wants (This year is a pair of submarine shears), something he needs (New hiking boots) and something that he wouldn’t get for himself (A week in cabin/shack at secluded beach in the caribbean to fish, scuba dive and relax).
I caught myself in an old defense mechanism loop and was able to stop, breath, sit with the discomfort and own that motherfucking trauma response for what it is, then dismiss it and carry on with my day. So, like a very proud ten.
This sucks. I am sorry for your absolutely devastating decision, OP. It is so hard and so hurtful to have to choose and yet there is so much grace and love in doing so. I am sending you a hug and the promise that he will be hurting no more❤️