doughnuts
She did stop for doughnuts, which was fun. A light moment. A tiny connection. Easy morning and some texts from her about our son at a school outing to the beach. One stupid text from me earlier about sending her a pic of me from the gym with my shirt off. Why do I feel compelled to be a fucking idiot? Otherwise chill. Going to make it through the day with no conflicts today. She has a therapy session at 6PM. Wondering if she comes home after or goes straight out to see him. One would think she'd take a moment by herself to reflect after therapy and not go straight to a bar to get drunk with him. But if she does go to the bar, I will bite my fucking tongue. I will not tell her it is a waste of time, or that it is not helping us, or that she should be with the kids bc she is going out of town, or that I want to punch him in the head. I will put a smile on my face. Let her go. Let her go. Let her go. She will come back if I back off and stay strong. She is anxious about her therapy session. I will be there for her if she needs me. But she won't. She needs him not me. She wants a drink more than a hug from me.