Thanks so much. Doing a little better tonight. Having a glass of wine and trying not to dwell on the fact that the house closes tomorrow.
Last night before I went to bed, H was on my mind; don't know entirely why. I sent him a text, "good night" was all I wrote. I would periodically do that, something short, just to know I was thinking of him but nothing major, over the past year. I didn't do it often, just every once in a while. He wrote me back a few minutes later, "goodnight". He hadn't ever done that before.
Most of us really marry only once. First love endures, even unto our dying day. And we never really divorce.