HOME.... for a minute

Of course it was the right thing to do, going to Connecticut. Not that knowing that made it any easier. You just put your head down and plow through. This dear sweet elderly couple, so needy in that psycho-emotional way, I just snuggled into my space there and helped them navigate. And breathe a little bit deeper. All the while not necessarily breathing myself, carrying bad news from home and no space to deal with it.

Tomorrow my husband and I fly to North Carolina for his nephew's wedding. His sisters will be on full alert for the flashing neon "S" (for SATAN) beaming over my head. I am the homewrecker second wife and they are sisters in pathology with the ex. It will truly be a foreign affair. I decided we should call it "Operation: let's fuck with your mind, EH!!!"