Anxiety is a a funny thing. I think the truest definition of the term is that which refers to a situation of one's own creation.
For fifteen years I have considered, been anxious about and worried over wife meeting ex, although I feel there has always been as certain degree of inevitability about this. Yes, there is more than one 'ex' of course, and you could apply that term loosely to any one of half a dozen girlfriends/partners etc. BUt there is only the one 'ex' with whom I have been fortunate enough to have children.
By declining the opportunity to take Biscuit home for whatever reason, after her exams, back up to North Hampton, I suppose I opened the invitation for her mother to come her and collect. It didn't seem likely because there was the issue of the bed and the table? Suddenly, these two items no longer have to be at home. Funny that. Grrrrrr....
So her mum came down. And turned up at the house at 4.30 this evening. With Biscuit, hoping to borrow a cool box to take some frozen food home in. OK so she sat in the car at the end of the drive way, but she was Here, observing, seeing, being informed about and effectively becoming part of.
It passed with little more than a wave to each other, but I wonder how far the ripples will travel, and how I will find peace of mind to be comfortable with B for putting us through this. I trust there is a reason and it is for the greater good. Just not sure that I will ever feel ready to deal with it.
Tx said it was almost surreal. She shut the door and thought 'did that really just happen?'
Invisible, Invisible
Women, Women
Thanks be to God for not making me aware of this until it had passed.
2008-06-09 @ 17:34