Tomorrow H is coming to get some stuff for his apartment. He has to postpone from last week because I was sick. I don't think I'm all the way detached, but I can honestly say I'm not bugged about him taking more of his stuff. I'm closer to my kids than ever, and I am enjoying being able to do whatever I want. It's peaceful. The stress he brought down on us is gone. Right now, I am fine with the idea of being divorced. Time really does heal.
