Today was the day. His release from prison. At this moment he's at his mom's house, all comfy and being coddled like some prodigal son.
And you know what? I didn't really think about it all day. I've been working my ass off at a local trade show. I spent all week last week prepping for it. I spent all day Friday setting up my booth and attending the trade show banquet. I spent all day Saturday and Sunday hawking my wares, smiling until my cheeks hurt, and making nice with the show attendees. Not once during the day did he cross my mind. No panic attacks. No hysterics or paranoia.
The next week is going to be VERY busy. This was, by far, one of our most successful trade shows ever. BLT and I kicked some major butt - today alone we took in over 3K in orders... that's right... THREE THOUSAND dollars baby! We did at least a thousand the day before as well. Some of our products sell for only 13 - 15 dollars each - so that's a LOT of product ordered and moved this weekend. Next weekend will be spent cutting, packing, and shipping those orders.
The following week I'm off to Disneyland with my four kids for five days of fun in the sun!
I don't have the time to worry about him. And you know what? I don't WANT to worry about him. I know he's out there somewhere. I know that he may try and come around. I refuse to change my life. I refuse to be terrified. I refuse to let him win by not enjoying my life and my well earned successes. Screw him.
Thanks to everyone for your kind words and support. I thought this was going to be a very anxiety inducing weekend, and it turns out that it wasn't as bad as I anticipated. Having good friends, and my family around me has made all the difference. Whewww... I'm exhausted! Off to bed, because next week is going to be a killer!