April 21, 2010
My stomach is doing flip-flops; I constantly want to eat (mostly chocolate); I feel on the verge of tears. My partner leaves in about 48 hours for his second week of school. I really support him in this process — he has been doing so well at keeping himself on track and studying. I think having a degree will open doors for him that have been previously closed. (He has loads of upper level experience, but the lack of degree has always created some barriers.)
We’ve been doing way better — we are stronger, more connected, and better with one another than I think we have ever been.
And my stomach is still in knots. I’ve had thoughts about the woman he met last time, lady X. About the things she wrote, the ways in which she dismissed me and us.