Okay so I missed another appointment today. My whole effing routine is now kaput. I'm back at school, working like a dog, dodging bullets left and right and nobody to complain to. I'm mildly annoyed now. I don't care what he's doing. I know he is across the ocean and he should have to swim back, for all I care.

(((((Miss C))))) Oh the stages of grieving.....You can complain to us

I am entering the disconnected stage of his absence. It's really strange but I do this every year, after a week or so. Today it just doesn't feel like he is really an important part of my life. I was walking the dog and imagining life after therapy and thinking that this is how it would be if I came straight home instead of going to T's after work.

I think this means you are cured.....

Oh man, I wonder what next week will be like.

The later stages of cured-ness.....when is t's "due date?"