Just made an observation. Shortly after W dropped the bomb, we had a discussion after I had done some soul searching. I discussed with her the major changes I was going to make in my life. The only thing I asked her was to give me the time to show her I could make those changes (I have) and not to make a final decision until I had time to show her my changes. In response, W, quite angrily, said "Well, I will wait, but I'm not going to wait 6 months."
Monday will mark 6 months from the day of the bomb. I never, in my wildest imagination, would have then believed I would still be M'd and typing this post.
I only bring this up to mark a significant date. Not a date when everything is fine. But a date when I'm still here and I'm still fighting. Who knows how long it will take to get our M back on track. But, I do know I have beaten W's arbitrary deadline.
