The Detective: An Update
He's still married. She's still pregnant. I'm still aching. My heart still hurts when I think about it. I find myself desperately wanting to look for distractions, but they wouldn't be healthy, productive distractions so I've avoided trying too hard.
All I want is to be busy. I want to work, and go to the girls' soccer practices and games, I want to babysit, I want to volunteer, I want to have drinks (a lot of them) and meals with my friends (which, unfortunately, is becoming somewhat of an issue due to financial constraints). I want any and all of my time filled as much as possible so as to avoid having any down time, during which I would inevitably wallow. Given the fact that I'm as busy as I am and still manage to wallow as much as I have been, I think this is best for me - the busy-ness, I mean.
It's getting a little easier, but just a very little.