I've been journaling a lot; things are moving along toward acceptance, along with the D itself. I guess I am trying to be philosophical about it, trying to learn what I can as I move forward. The sitch itself still mostly sucks (the only way things stay on an even keel is when there is no contact whatsoever, and I have zero expectations).
As for the rest of my life, it is awesome! The kids are great and becoming more adjusted to things--we get to spend alot of time together, and I have a new appreciation for how important those little moments are. I love work (and look forward to the summer off!). Have a good, solid group of friends who I know are there for me. Reset my priorities, and making new connections with healthy people and activities.
Even the sad is different--more like grieving the loss, rather than the frustration and desperation. Just waiting out the last, infintisimal, grapsing-at-straws rays of hope that my heart keeps tucked away. I know that things will feel even better once they are gone.
Your grad sound grand!! I hope to have a big shin-dig come Aug, when I get my Master's done :0)
