Going to NYC today.  I feel like it’s “my” place even more than it might be “our” place.  We went there in the in between stage of the big blow up.  Went for New Years, which was after I’d found out about the porn addiction but he hadn’t yet admitted to the degree of the physical real life cheating… It was an awkward time.  A time full of question marks and uncertainty.

Now here we are, 8 months later, going to New York today.  Feels good.  Hopeful.  Anxious a little.  But good.