Four hour video chat with one of the best people I can call friend last night. Woke up sick, called off, and slept until 1pm.
Went to my psychiatrist appointment (see previous post) and then took a nap.
Chatting with the ex about life, recent events and how we’re not compatible, just best friends.
Even though I feel like hell, I’d say today was a good day.
So far, so good.
Finishing season 6 of Sons of Anarchy and then leaving with a bag of my things, my blanket and pillows.
That made it real.
I’m glad we’re still friends. We’ve really been just friends for a while, but it took us a long time to admit it to each other.
I’m also glad I have friends who understand what I need to hear without having to be told.