Spent lunch going over a couple of D books that I had bought, but not opened, days after the bomb last May. Really depressing when I think of the end result or at least the process of diveying things up and figuring how the kids' sharing will work.
Have felt really strong the last couple of months, but feel quezzy about this whole process. Meeting with my DB coach tomorrow so it should be an interesting call. It's been challenging enough to stay on the DB track while in limbo, this is going to be a whole new ball game.
In the end, I'm up for the challenge. Still believe in the marriage and my wife. Will go with the flow, be loving, keep the kids' interest in mind and go for my fair share of things.
I still believe in miracles. Still believe in love and admire my W.
