Things are moving along, here. All except for the humidity which seems to want to linger and linger. School has started back up and honestly, it's like summer never was the way the routine kicks back in and life goes on.
Home is moving along, too. As always, good and bad days, but the majority of days seem to be smooth and I'm thankful for the more normal routine. We do have discussions still, and one that comes up and I must say is kind of a sticking point with me through this journey has to do with figuring things out. Specifically, the discussion always circles around to how lopsided this figuring out has been. She has only had herself to try to figure out (why does she do this, what are her triggers), where I have had to try and figure out my thoughts and reactions as well has her's and if we look at all of the ripples that tossing that stone causes, I am also trying to figure out my son's behavior during this as well as what other family member might say or think (which is why they don't know any of this).
I have been sober this whole time, trying to catch and analyze all of the triggers, reactions, behaviors, emotions--all of it--to try and figure out the bigger picture. Sometimes I resent it, even though I have learned a lot from it. To be honest, I could probably write a whole book on resentments, but I don't really like wallowing there too long, so I doubt it would be healthy.
Anyway, I only mention this because we recently were talking about it here, and the conversation, as usual, didn't end that well because apparently I am rarely seeing it from her point-of-view. Honestly, I'm not sure she fully understands her point-of-view that well, anyway. I'm not mad, just stating what happened. It is what it is--very comforting words that I now live by.