We are preparing a family dinner for when Graham comes home. The smell of bread, their laughters from the kitchen – I do love coming home.
Things are falling into place. I can only be responsible for my own actions, my own decisions. From here on, I’ll try to keep that in mind.
My husband seemed ok when I left. I thought we’d have another scene, more drama, but he just kissed me goodbye and said see you Friday. I’ve been fighting the impulse to call him, make sure he’s all right. I must let go, let him deal with his own devils. I’ll assume he’ll ask me if there’s anything I can do. Otherwise, I am going to treat him like an adult, able to handle his own life.
The hurting must stop some time. It’s time to start building in stead of tearing down.
I will do my best to make sure that if things fall apart in the future, it won’t be all my fault. 🙂