So we are taking a minute out of this normally-scheduled It's Ok Thursday to bring you breaking news.... I'm pretty sure I was called the infamous C word for the first time yesterday. OK so I know I was called, it, but pretty sure it was the first time. Yes, you heard me right the C word. I will not repeat it, but its the on you are thinking of... yes...

Appalled? Tell me about it. I mean had the situation warranted the use of such word, perhaps (not that any situation warrants that word) but still... I know, I know he said it out of anger and pain, but come on.
Truth is the big D is hard. Its akin to death. I mean you literally have lost someone. Its the death of a relationship. Its hard. Its even worse when you have managed to be civil through the whole thing. I cried. Right there in my office, cried, door open, bawling on the phone.
The worst part? I let it affect the rest of my day and my work-product. (Note to self: Lynn should not practice law while mildly upset). I managed to perform a comedy or errors on some depo notices and had to call opposing counsel to ask him to politely just throw away that last fax... promise me just throw it away....
So, I decided that my c-word self would just skip group and get my stress relief run on... Yeah didn't help. What helps? My CG family. They know what I need, know how to comfort me and well they care. They do not judge, though I think C may have been mildly taken aback by my use of the C word. However, after a small cry and chit chat things were better. Its not easy, but I am not sure what I would do without them. So, we boiled some craw fish, ate some spicy food and had a glorious fellowship.

Silver lining you ask? A lil wine when I got home and Clark Kent to the rescue!
So, let's see what's ok with me this week....
It's OK....
to cry in your office after being called that word
to seek comfort in the Lord and the children he sends to lift us up
to pray through the hard times
to want to call M a zillion other choice things, but not (hello big girl pants)
to ask for help when you need it
to just want to be held all night
that I managed to eat dessert everyday last week and sometimes twice
to give in when you are scared
to fall
to be Me... everyday, all day.