I don’t really have anything to write about today. I am having a really hard time at work. I feel frustrated, bored, and unappreciated. Yesterday, I totally flipped out on my boss then actually thought about looking for a new job. I talked to R about what this might mean to our custody schedule and he was very supportive. He said “Don’t worry. We will figure it out.” I’m so thankful that we have a good relationship, especially when I hear horror stories about other exes.
Last night was uneventful. Tom and I talked on the phone. We actually had a good conversation. I told him that my therapist thinks that the only way to get over him is for me to have no contact. He thought that we should have one last fantabulous weekend and then say good-bye. The problem is that we always come back for one MORE last fantabulous weekend. I know it’s bad for me but I am hugely tempted. Fireworks, sex, and Tom.
