Annie came home last night. I can’t begin to describe the relief I felt when she walked through the door. It really didn’t feel as though my Annie had come home though, she felt distant, refusing my affections and seemed to be in a world of her own so the only thing I could do under the circumstances was to take the kids to the beach today. We played on the sand and in the water for a couple of hours and by the end of it, Annie had re-bonded with us all. Once home, she wanted lots of cuddles and kisses.
It’s been a stressful week where I’ve had to face a lot of fears and really learn to put my trust in Tom, despite the last five years of threat and fears. Now, the fact that he didn’t carry out his threat and did actually bring her home is making me question myself again. Have I, for the last five years, overreacted to his ‘jokes’? Have I been oversensitive like he said? Is it me or is it him?
Welcome home, Annie.
Welcome home, my old friend, Doubt.