And the anxiety begins...

We have our first post-split check-in with our therapist tomorrow night. My stomach's already churning, and I have no idea what to expect.

My husband wanted to wait a while longer before we did this, but I had to insist. My one attempt to ask him how he was doing was stonewalled a few weeks ago: "It's hectic...and it's too soon to know...what else do you want me to say?" Something. Anything. I haven't asked again, and he's never asked me.

Maybe he really doesn't care...because if he did, wouldn't he at least cordially inquire? Or maybe he's just paralyzed. I'm hoping for paralyzed. Either way, I guess I'll find out tomorrow.