Ugh. I hate Mondays. The weekend was hard...STBX-H wanted to see D12 for his every other weekend, so I reluctantly dropped her off Friday night, and got her back Sunday. I know this will get easier with time, and that STBX-H will lose interest before too long. He didn't want to be a dad when we lived there, so I can't imagine him starting now. I decorated my little apartment with what Christmas stuff I've rescued from the house, and am trying to keep a positive attitude. S15 gets stronger every day. It keeps me going, when doubt starts to creep in. I keep telling myself that I did the right thing, and it will get easier. Work is work. I'm not fired yet. Just in case, I'm dusting off the resume. I may just have to start over in a new city anyway. On a positive note, both kids were out Friday night, so I went dancing with an old pal. Oh my, things have certainly changed! Had a great time, but I don't think I can keep up the pace like I used to! Turning 40 will do that to you, I suppose.
