I'm really looking forward to going with my daughter to her new school tomorrow. I'm excited for her and at the same time a little nervous too.
I guess there is some guilt there as well, coming from a divorced family myself I know all too well what lies ahead for them. My daughter broke down crying last night while I was putting her to bed. She kept asking when mommy was coming home. I did my best with this but somehow feel it's never going to be enough. It's hard to keep my anger in check when it comes to this, but I have to.
It's been a rough couple of weeks, but I've learned a few more things. I'm not looking back anymore....ever. I'm looking forward to a new beginning. I wish I could say it was a place completely free from all this selfish insanity but it's not.
