He read it, and we talked, and I feel better. I need to learn how to be just his friend and not a love interest. It will take a little time, but that's ok. Friends is good. I can do friends. It's not talking that sucks.
I'm glad he read this, but I feel oddly exposed. Vulnerable in a way, I guess. It wasn't a big deal to let a close girl friend read, I needed some extra support. But it's strange letting someone in on your private, intimate thoughts about them.
I may continue to write here as I keep working through some feelings. It may be less frequent, but I don't really know for sure. I still have feelings concerning my husband that I need to process also, and this is a good, private place to do that, too. So I may take advantage of that.
Oh, and he did call me babydoll one last time. It made me cry a little, and again now as I'm thinking about it. Sigh. Love, am I right?
9:43 p.m. - 2014-05-01