Well, five months ago today I separated from my W. What more can I say. It feels more like five weeks but it has been five months. Wow, time just keeps moving on. Today I give the Lord thanks for the many blessings He has provided me with during this difficult time. It's sure not the path I would have chosen for myself, nor do I think God has chosen it for me, but He has been, and will continue to be, kind and loving towards me as I search for whatever it is He has waiting for me around that next bend in the road. I'm just hoping that when I reach that bend there isn't a big truck parked directly in my path. That would really suck! I don't peel off roads very well. So, happy five months to me! I'm going out now to buy myself a card, maybe I'll pick up a little something for the W too.
