I'm back at work. Friday, my allergies flared something terrible. I woke up with my eyelashes glued together and then a bloody nose, plus I was in a bad head space, so I was like EFF THIS and stayed home. I basically held down the couch for the next 2 days. I'm going to a rough meeting tonight, just to support some friends, and then I'm 100% finished with anything to do with my old community work. I know you can never say never, but I cannot imagine the circumstances in which I would return to this organization.
Sunday, I did make myself get back together. Did a few errands, picked up groceries, conquered laundry mountain, cleaned the kitchen, made our breakfasts and dinner. I also told K when they got home that if they didn't put all of their clothes away this time, I was going on a laundry strike and would only do my own clothes. They did laugh and say that was fair and I know they'll have it done today (they have a day off finally). Sometimes, i just kind of sit back and look at my relationship now and realize how much I short changed myself with exH for so long. If I'd left earlier though, no K, so I guess it all worked out the way it was supposed to. 2 more months of school/clinicals left and then freedom!!
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