So, I've had quite an interesting weekend, but fortunately for me I had my resident therapist close by at all times. Let me know if you want his number, he's a Black guy, goes by the name of J. Walker. He really knows his thing and I must say that he's been my pillar of strength over the past few weeks.
Spent a bit of time with his colleague, mister Ballantyne too, though he's not quite as smooth...
Anyway, the ball is finally rolling, though probably a little slow for my liking at this point in time, but I reckon that will pick up soon. Fortunately things are all calm and not too emotional, but just really awkward. Someone pointed out that this might happen and I really hadn't thought about it, but he couldn't have been more right.
All I want to do is to say: "Stop being so f*cking nice and helpful! It's too late. And stop making me cups of tea, I don't drink the stuff and after being with me for 7 years you should bloody know this!"
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