I took my weekend guys' golf trip this past weekend. Some folks here suggested that I not go. I did offer right up until the last day to stay home. BW was insistent that I go. In fact, she said she was happy for the time alone with the kids. I honestly, deeply feel like going was a good idea.
The trip was really good. I got to talk to my best friend about my life and recovery and the A for a good while. I sent flowers to my BW office and left notes around the house. I checked in a lot. I behaved myself the entire weekend. She said that she checked in on my cell phone location from time to time, and I was right where I said I'd be. I did not drink too much.
There was one evening where I noticed a change in me. The rest of the guys were carrying on at a bar. I really didn't feel included, and didn't want to join in. Instead of feeling detached and sulking about it, or drinking too much to try to "get in the mood" to join in (I would have done one or both of those things before), I just left. I went back to the room before I felt any sort of uncomfortable or resentment. I stopped well before I did something that even put me in the direction of danger. In fact, the eight hours of sleep I got (as opposed to the one hour my buddy got) helped me play really well on Sunday 
I think that the weekend ended up being really good for both me and BW. The more normal things that we do, the closer normal seems to be, IYKWIM. I wanted to give an update, and give thanks for all of the advice.
