Oh, I'm going to be fine, I just have to eat my way to the bottom of this bucket of pain and then go fill it up with some joy.
I was just talking to Mom and I said to her that the pittance of love that I got from my W was a fortune to me in comparison to what I got at home, while the hurts I got from her where mild in comparison to the ones I got at home. For her, the pittance that she got from me was a pittance and the hurts added up to a mountain. I've known this for years, but, I hoped that she would find a way to forgive me and keep working. She couldn't.
I guess that when she left, she took the pittance of love I was getting and the affairs didn't add that much extra hurt and it was still less than my Dad walking away when I was a kid.
I really am hopeful that we can connect very closely in the coming years, I still like her a lot.
