I was doing okay. I was carefully not thinking about it. I cleaned the bathroom, I finished my laundry, I started straightening up my room ... .
... and I found the present that I'd bought for her, back in January, and was saving for her birthday.
We haven't spoken since she told me she was seeing a lawyer. Everyone I've spoken to has said that, at this point, our communications should just be through the lawyers.
I am probably skirting the spirit of that by posting this publicly, though I don't know if she's even reading my LiveJournal anymore.
Please know that when I say "Happy Birthday", I mean it sincerely, my love.
Please know that I didn't call because I didn't want to make you sad, didn't want to ruin your birthday, and because I knew that there was no way I could wish you a happy birthday without sounding mean or bitter.
And I hope this doesn't do that.
I just wanted you to know that I was thinking about you.