I went to a trusted friend and pastor today.

I have known him 19yrs, since college.

He knows my family intimately and us his.

I asked him to take over my role of praying for my wife so I can let her go, I handed him the tatered prayer I have kept in my pocket since 7/14/09 and he gladly accepted.

I took my wedding ring off.I put it in a sealed envelope with a Thank You note written to God. I had written the note months ago and unsealed it briefly, didn't read what I had written, I can tell you, I don't remember what I had written, just dropped the ring in it and resealed the envelope. I don't care if you think it's corny, I know the Lord is in my life, the card is addressed to him.

Other than with my friend/pastor, I have not mentioned her name today to anyone and I really haven't had any thoughts about her.

More for myself, the kids and us on this board.

I feel different inside, I don't know if it's the acceptance this divorce is going to be final, if I've finally turned the corner?

My entire insides changed the moment she laid her hands on me and did what she did.She hit me in the same places and did the same finger pointing in my chest a man that abused me for 9 yrs did,an affair,a std, a divorce was easier to handle than what she did last night.

I slept in a bed last night for the first time since 7/13/09 and I slept until 1:10 this afternoon, I went to bed before midnight last night.I didn't sleep that long because of depression, guys I'm just tired, mentally, physically beat and those thumps in the chest and the pushing me to my car for all to see and not a thing i could do about it, just finished me, i have no respect, no trust, no feeling towards her right now.Nothing.She texted me last night to leave her alone, all i could text back is you are alone.

I was the best friend she had and she crossed a line.She knew where Chuck had hit me and what he had done and she did the same thing to a tee even said is this what he used to do to you mfer.

I started my book, as you all know I am a lover of words and my fortune cookie months ago said "you are a lover of words, you need to write your book."

My hand is killing me.