Stay in the present. Don’t fast forward to the end goal. Enjoy the moment. Stop putting your first name with his last name. Stop rearranging the furniture in his house in your mind and shoving his clothes over to see how much room you’d get.
YOU ARE NOT EVEN DIVORCED. CHILL THE FUCK OUT. ONCE YOU ADMIT YOU’RE IN LOVE, THE ROLLER COASTER HAS REACHED THE TOP, AND TRAJECTORY IS ALL GUT-WRENCHING DOWNWARD.
It’s amazing I can appear “normal” and do “normal” work with all these thoughts in my head. Time out. Everybody take a powder; it’s too crowded in here.