I really was doing so good. My stbx left finally last Sunday and I really was in a place that you would expect to be in a year from now. The tension was gone and I just remembered all the bad psycho stuff he did. I was actualy thinking I don't need therapy anymore because I could not beleive how good I felt. WELL Friday comes around and I was good, went to the high school play with my daughter, my son is in stage crew and we know some of the actors that were in it. Her girlfriend went with us and another friend my daughter knows ended up meeting her there, still ok. At the end of the play I wanted to go see my son and asked my daughter to show me where the stage crew meets she kind of put me off because her friend that met her there was taking up her time. so I went and found him. I go mad at her because I really wanted her to show me, so I don't have to walk all over the place, but I did find him. I lost it not at her, I realized, well not mostly anyway, but it was about me. my anger and sadness, loneliness it all came rushing back at me. I got back to the place that I was in before. I had a week of feelings that I really never expected to have so soon. Just to have it come back to me, at a place I guess I should be in for the time period I am in. I really was hoping I was done with all the sadness.