Each day I get a text from my Hub. It’s usually about 3 hours in to the morning. Just a quick “have a good day” kind of thing. It’s usually a fairly brief exchange…about 5 mins.
I used to get excited when I would see he texted me.
Then when things got bad I would literally get nauseous around the time he sends me a text.
Then when he moved out I started keeping my phone off. Even though he wasn’t texting me as much he did, he would still text me and to be honest I didn’t want to hear what he had to say nor did I want to say anything to him. And if I was or wasn’t on his mind I certainly didn’t want to know it.
And since D-day I have actually run through all of these emotions all over again.
But today I was going through my day -same as every other day and my phone went off.
I had a text.
From my Hub.
Just like yesterday.
But this morning I had forgotten about him.
I wasn’t looking forward to his text.
I wasn’t dreading his text.
I forgot about him.
This whole recovery thing is so strange to me.
I’m experiencing emotions and thought and lack of emotions and thoughts I never thought possible.
Especially forgetting about my Hub.
Rhett Butler has invaded my body.