He quit twitter. Just up and deleted his account. 32,000 followers and he just went away. A week to the day after me telling him that I can't talk to him for a while. I emailed him about it. He said it was interfering too much with his real life. Ya think? I believe it has something to do with his wife, but it's no longer any of my business, so it's not like I can pry for information anymore.
I'm a bit upset, and a bit relieved. I was trying to wean myself off of looking at his account, and he snatched that away from me. I needed to do it myself because it feels like trying to overcome an addiction, and now there's not that sense of accomplishment or pride for doing something on my own. I'm thankful he left because I was scared I'd never be able to stop watching his account. It sounds pathetic, but if you've ever been there, you know what I mean. Let's hope this is the start of a real recovery.
Next week is my last chemo cycle. I'm dreading it, but glad that it's my last. It makes me feel so miserable. But about 3 weeks from now I should be feeling ok, and it should be all uphill from there. No idea when my hair will really start growing back, but I assume it will be a few weeks. I'll just be glad to have it back.
My marriage is good right now. We've talked a couple of times and we're both working on giving this all we've got. My husband told me the other day that he feels so much better, and I'm glad. I guess I do, too. It's just a bit harder to see it in myself since I'm wading through so many other emotions right now, as well. But I'll get there.
6:48 a.m. - 2014-08-14