So there have been some questions in the comments, and I’m never really sure how to handle them (should I answer in the comments? Email the commenter? Write a comment on their blog?). Some of these, I’ve already answered the people who asked them, but some I haven’t, but I just thought I’d do a mishmosh post of the few questions I found going back through the long history of this blog. 🙂 There are a couple of fluffy questions and a couple of heavy ones–here they are:
FatChick asked: When you were with X, did you feel really happy? Really sad? Really ANYTHING? A friend I recently talked to worded this the best, I think. She said, “You must have been dying inside.” I think I was, but there was that whole denial thing going on, so I would grab onto any “good” moment (or any moment that was at least not terrible) and convince myself that things weren’t so bad. I also kept myself really busy, really distracted, and really numbed out (do you remember any of my posts on the old blog about the compulsive eating?). Mostly numbed out, I think, actually. But like I said in a recent post, as hard as all of this leaving and divorce stuff is, all of the uncertainty, all of the recovery stuff, I know know know that this is so much better than what I was in before.
WiseGuy asked (re: my possible stress fracture): Have you been asked to take Calcium supplements? I was not told that I needed them, but I started taking them on my own, because, this is really making me start to wonder. Once I get all my health insurance craziness worked out–there may be a delay with the COBRA–I hope to talk to a doctor about this problem. I think the problem has more to do with my unbalanced walking than anything else, but you never know.
Erica asked two questions: How old is Miss Famous? She turned three years old sometime in March, is the best guess (she’s a shelter dog, so nothing is certain). Are you a Harry Potter fan? Oh, you better believe it.
Sally (no blog given) asked: You say he wasn’t physically abusive, but yet you were afraid of him. What were you afraid would happen? Back in the beginning, I think I was just afraid that he would leave me. Later, I’m not sure what I was afraid of, I just know that I was really afraid of his anger. I attributed this to my “issues” for a long time, but now I see this as something healthy, kind of a warning system: fear of crazy people’s anger. He’s not the first crazy person who I’ve been afraid of when they’ve been angry (which is why I attributed it to my issues).