The girls had a great morning. I have to admit I will be glad when its all over, but I made the best of it. H is at church with them now, and then they are home to play, play, play.
Nothing says Christmas Eve like yucky divorce talk. That's what H and I did after they went to bed. We weighed some options, I was nice, he blamed me for most of everything, and then I went to bed. He had been drinking so when he said he wanted to talk, I should have said "no". Oh well, you live and learn. Things are calmer today.
I felt very detached at his sister's last night. Just felt odd.
