Painted one layer of paint on the last wall in Freja's room. Rested once for a bit. Didn't eat lunch, just snacked on bread and peanut butter. Hung outside for awhile on our own deck and on the neighbor's deck. He was inappropriate again but I was able to tell him that he crossed the line. Yay me! He doesn't think he is an alcoholic.
Now I feel sadness and grief. I think I am remembering my own drinking years and grieving over how I was.. esp. now that I know how it could have been had I been in recovery.
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