a breathe

Well, she just left, on her own, to go do her own shopping (I offered, she refused).

"Guess I have to figure it out" says she.

Well, I'm just glad to FINALLY have a short bit of breathing room. I know I obsess over her. That's got to / going to stop. But, man, it gets hard having someone who is pissed off at you around in some form every minute. Yipe.

I've had to post quick journal entries, as drafts, over the last few days to get things roughly recorded, but I've scarcely had any guaranteed private time.

So, this is it, at last.

Interesting to watch what she was doing at her computer. First she pursued a bit more information on the dietary approach I'd found for her condition.

Then, even though she told me she'd manage to get me to the airport (2.5 hours each way) tomorrow, she took a look at last minute flights between the nearby airport and TPA.

Seems silly, seeing as she insisted midmorning that there was NO need for me to rent a car to take myself, because she says, "I'll meet MY obligation(s)."

What a sentiment.

I'm feeling a bit run down after 2.5 days of tension and high stress. Her pain washes over all around her.

I finally know I cannot truly "cure it". Nowadays, I seem to be a significant contributor.

And, yes, it's virtually certain the next month is a transition toward significantly separate lives.

It may help her. It will be for the best for me.