First, I love my IC. She gets it, she gets me, she's awesome.
She likes me to update her between visits. I sent her this email last night:
"Hi there! Just thought I'd update you.
Put in an offer to purchase the house. XX Bank is processing my application. Lawyers are working on the divorce decree, finally.
DS15 and I are hanging in here. WH makes everything depressing. He's drinking more and talking less to DS15. Last night, he got totally wasted drunk. Great dad! DS15 noticed. So sad.
Took mom to have a hidascan on Friday. That was a very long day. Waiting on results of that to see if she needs to have her gall bladder removed or what.
I've grown very fond of Cymbalta. Good friends we've become.
School started today and my baby is a Sophomore.
Considering our situation, DS15 and I, as a family, are doing real good.
I can see some light at the end of the tunnel."
"A tunnel of numbness, sadness, alcohol and silence illuminated at the other end by busy bankers, lawyers, a Sophomore, gall bladder specialists and Cymbalta.
Good job woman."
I'm making progress. I'm proud of myself. I started this D journey scared, now I'm empowered, I have control now. I'm happy too. I also got "hit on" by two separate guys at the grocery store.
Note to WH: "Can you see me now?"