Self torture

Do we all do it? Maybe we all have degrees, levels to which we do. Some people are sensible – the stove is hot, they touch it once (or not at all) and know better. 

I should know better.

I want to believe he is walking the straight and narrow,  and talking with him, after him telling me that, unsolicited, I believed him. Of course, I like to roll things over in my mind. Tonight, a few things stuck in my head. And I can’t help but wonder if he and Sarah are still together. If I were to go with my gut, I would say she is still floating around. Maybe like me? I can take it down all kinds of roads, right now, while left to my own devices.

Ultimately, does it matter? No. I could still one day get that postcard tweet, or worse see her at a Christmas party. Or his wife. Either way, it’s no fun for me. Though I think I would genuinely like his wife. He needs to just live and love, and I need to not concern myself with his choices. Though it really sucks losing.

I’m also dealing with work bullshit today and my divorce papers came with a ticking time bomb attached – 6 days to contest, or appeal them. Which was better than my imagined, one day with court appearance scheduled. So I am on the hunt for a good, cheap, lawyer. Know any in British Columbia?