Friday, May 24
Tom got out of school early for teachers’ institute and the boys and I played golf.
“Did you hit balls today?” Golf Guy texted.
“Yes! Just got home from nine holes with my boys. I hit well. It’s because of you. You’re awesome. Did you have a good day?”
“That’s great. Nice job! I’m good. Have my boys tonight. We went out to dinner and now watching silly TV.”
I’ve been praying, meditating, and scanning the Zohar for Angie, Paul, and Tanya to find their soulmates. I’ve now added Golf Guy to the list. Golf Guy only wants to text with me, and I don’t want to do this weird texting dance anymore. It’s messing with my head.