Me too, Irish. (Tear that is.)

I'm not really getting out much lately. I've been fighting a persistent chest cold. Other than church I haven't gone out in more than a week.

I had my sons until Friday, so this weekend I was bereft of their company. Didn't do much, just laid low. Once I get past this cold I hope to be more active again.

In the mean time I am awaiting the fate of this custody dispute, and wondering what's going on. I saw xW and our S's briefly at church yesterday. xW has been as cold as I've ever seen her -- seems to be silently fuming that I dare to exist, especially in any capacity within our S's lives. Leads me to think she's thinking of withdrawing from negotiations again. But that might just be my pessimism talking.

Just the same it wouldn't surprise me.



Me: 49
WAW: 47
S11, S7
Years Married/Together: 17/18
Bomb: 6/15/07
Separation: 7/6/07
D: 4/3/09

Real love is a decision.
Marriage is a commitment.