This was the longest week of my life. And I'm not exaggerating. It wasn't like it felt like Friday, but it was only Tuesday. Every day had it's own special and specific length. There's were ups and downs each day. Some moments flew by, others were their own individual millennia. But with the first week behind me, I know I'm going to be okay.
I learned a lot about how supportive my friends are (thanks, Lew) and how certain people are only interested in taking opportunities where they can get them, no matter what opened the door (no names). Shame on those people. I don't wish them harm, though. I just lament that the same attitude is going to kick them in the face when they're down. Even the possibility should be punishment enough for their selfishness.
Biggest thanks to Lani, Robyn, Foo, Steph, and Andy for being right where I wanted when I needed you, and for being understand, amazing and existent. I hope I can be there for every one of them when they need me, like they were when I needed them. Even with their support, it was a long, lonely week. But I could count on every one of them for a laugh, a hug, a :), or a thought, even before I knew I needed it. I hope they all know what wonderful, special people they are.
Healing is going to be a long process. I think I can get through it.
On another note: Congrats to NAncy on running her half-marathon on Sunday. She had an amazing time, and I can already see how the experience has changed her for the good. She worked harder than she knew she could. I'm so glad she went. I did miss her company this week -- aside the above-mentioned -- but this was not her place. She had to make a difference elsewhere in the world.