IHOP To Conclusions Then Kaiser Does
To Bring You My Love I went to check on Jenny this morning about 8:30 a.m. She was awake, on her phone--which is like saying she was awake and breathing. We exchanged morning greetings, and then she said, "I'm meeting Eric el pinché at 9:00 a.m. for breakfast." I said, o.k. and spu n around on my heels to get my coffee. I needed my coffee. I am expected not to have a reaction, and really, for the first time since this all came to be known last year, I mentally shrugged. As my therapist would likely say, what else would you expect? I have been here for a year, knowing this is going on, caring for her without exception nor expectation of appreciation. Maybe that latter part isn't actually true--sometimes she says she appreciates me. She has repeatedly said that she won't stop seeing this person because it's not worth the risk that we can rebuild what I didn't know was so broken she would feel no moral qualms about a multi-y...