Textbook Divorce

Tim had been supposed to come over last night, but it got too late, and I got too drunk. He messaged me in the morning, I cleaned up some, and we took Pupple for a walk. I guess it's not surprising that Tim would be so easily able to analyze things. I talked some about my paranoia, severe trust issues, and difficulty believing anyone loves me....he pointed out that, given the divorce, that all reads. It's so disappointing to find such simplistic answers, but it doesn't help me fix them. Tim called Ben when we got back, and we caught up for a bit. He thinks I should publish my journal, and Tim jumped in to save me from overthinking it.

Later in the afternoon, my mom sent me a message that was like the Tom Kat app, but this used a Russian Blue that looked like Lady Miss Friday. It made me focus, briefly, on how much good it's done me to have her, and how lost I'd have been without her.

Someone had taped the entire Meaning of Life concert, and I remembered that the tour was also something I lost due to my addiction. I'd lied to myself that I had the CD, I had the Nashville Sessions, and the concert wouldn't have been *that much* better. I don't know if it's Kelly, or someone on her team, but she consistently has the most beautiful arrangements.