Its time for the hen night and Ginny is bouncing with excitement. I have e-mailed David the itinerary for the evening. He doesn’t reply and I don’t confirm whether he’s received it.
Now, how am I supposed to speak with him about anything if he is ignoring me? I am in a much better space the last couple of days and have kept up with my journal.
The feelings seem to flow onto paper easier than it would when I speak and Dr Holmes has suggested that perhaps I should write to David. So, I have been writing a letter for the last couple of days and plan on giving it to him after the wedding. I look at it, the white envelope peeking out of my clutch.
Ginny and I are getting ready at her and Charlie’s house in the West End. I tease her that it’s the perfect size to fit a large family and s
