I'm spent. My M died today. Bleck. A victory for Goldey, and still, bleck. I have to do it alone. Period. It's going to be hard at first. And it won't always be this hard. On Sunday, some decisions will be made, about S16's discharge. I'm glad he's almost ready, he really wants a change of scenery. Hope that comes sooner, rather than later.
I had a HUGE fight today, and I regret it. Still learning how to take it one day at a time, without tripping over the landmines seemingly scattered everywhere.
But you know what? I'm not afraid anymore. The Wolf will never hurt me again. I'm free. Tranquil. And kidless. It's true, I can totally handle it.
