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I got up and got some coffee while the computer booted, then got dressed while also making sure to get Casey up, dressed, and fed. I dropped him off at school around the usual time. Just after I parked, I saw Daniel’s parent’s truck pull into the parking lot. When I opened the door to get out of my car, to walk Casey up to the building, I heard Daniel talking to Michael. Something about hearing his voice got to me more than having seen him did. I made sure not to acknowledge his existence but did greet Michael when he was walking past. Thankfully, Daniel wasn’t walking him to the door.

I headed back home and spent some time looking at Facebook while waiting on my free book & paid emails to come in. Once those arrived I took care of those and then started on work.

I was incredibly distracted by AdultFriendFinder when I was trying to work, chatting with a guy on there for a while. I only managed to get around halfway through my reviews before it was time to pick Casey up from school.

I was nervous that I would see Daniel at parent pickup, but there was no sign of him. It had just been so unusual for him to drop Michael off in the morning, and I had remembered him saying Leanne would need him to watch Michael a few more days a week so thought maybe that was going to be a thing. But, considering how much he’s lied to me over the past year, maybe I should take it all with a grain of salt.

I took Casey to Walmart to do some shopping for Dave’s birthday since it was the next day. I’d forgotten all about it until 4 packages arrived from him earlier in the day. Casey wanted to get him something poop-related, and I thought that sounded like a good idea. He ended up picking out a “Pass the Poop” game and the emoji poop Play-Doh set. I picked out a movie, San Andreas. I thought it was something he would like.

After we left Walmart we headed to the clinic for Casey’s first therapy appointment. He was not crazy about the idea of talking to a doctor for an hour, but I assured him that she would be asking him questions and that he wouldn’t just sit there talking nonstop for an hour.

When I was filling out the intake paperwork, I began to worry about Casey’s anxiety. I never really thought about it before, but it really came as no surprise considering I have PMDD and Dave is a narcissist. I was finishing up the paperwork in Faith’s office, including a portion where I had to ask Casey how often various things made him worried or nervous. He ended up being diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder. Sad, but really not surprising.

While driving home, I called my mom to let her know about it. Despite the fact that she knows all too well that I have PMDD and Dave is a narcissist, she automatically jumped in with telling me that I need to get my life straightened out and that Dave and I need to stop dating other people until after we’re divorced, because for whatever fucked-up reason she thinks *that* is what has caused Casey’s anxiety. I almost hung up on her, but instead just stopped talking until she was done.

Once home, I tried to tell Dave about it, but he was dismissive so I didn’t bother. I got Casey and I some dinner and got back to work.

I heard from Brad, the very man I’d earlier tried to distract myself from. We exchanged quite a few texts, and he ended up asking if I wanted to come over around 9. I certainly wasn’t going to turn him down!

I got most of my work finished, then hopped in the shower before getting Casey ready for bed. Once he was tucked in, I did a bit more work while waiting for 9. Then I let Brad know I was just about ready whenever he was. I went ahead and brushed my teeth and headed out the door.

We spent quite a while snuggling on the couch while watching TV and then started making out. After a while of that, we headed upstairs for a while. By the time we were done upstairs, it was getting late. We hung around chatting for quite a while and ended up making out on the couch again. I’d sent Mindi a message that I had a problem, that I had the feels and couldn’t ascertain exactly what they were. Brad and I went back to snuggling and talking while watching TV, but I started to doze off in his arms. He asked if I wanted to stay the night, and I said yes. We headed upstairs to sleep, his arms around me for the rest of the night.

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