Tomorrow is thee meeting.  The meeting that should have taken place more than a year ago.  Before the backstabbing.  Before the wickedness. (and that's from my side)  

Before...well, just before now.

I feel majorly strange about it.  I received her letter the week of my birthday and couldn't believe what I was reading.  I called my pastor that day and asked for a meeting...assuming that meant in a couple of days, maybe a week.  Instead, it got pushed off 2 weeks and tomorrow's the day.

Now, the thing I am feeling the most is...nothing.  Totally nothing.  I don't give a shit how it goes.  That doesn't sound like me at all...and it quite honestly is freaking me out!  I have an idea of what the meeting is going to be like.  2 PM...for about an hour...both sides getting to talk...both sides getting to listen...a request that it remains totally confidencial except to our husbands...and a moment at the end where we decide if we need to or even want to meet again.

Sounds fairly simple...except nothing about this year has been simple.  Why do i believe this will be as well?

I guess holding my breath is my best response and I can take that last cleansing breath after its over.