So today I woke up at 4:30 and drove 4,5hours home to my family.
First time driving home since the divorce started. My husband and here were at my family home together in March and then I came home in June when I relapsed and when I told my parents about everything that had been going on in my marriage. I was in such a different space then.
This morning on the trip I was expecting to feel more feelings about our marriage but I didn’t. I was just excited to go home, and I thought about him and I thought about friends and the future and listened to music and sang really loud and had a great trip and thought about recovery and was really filled with hope.
Got home and had a nice breakfast with family and hung out with my brother a bit and had a wonderful lunch with my parents and too much white wine and sleep like a baby in the afternoon. It was wonderful. It was calm and it was perfect.