IB, I've known inside for years that he was not the God he saw in his own eyes. I just thought it was my duty as a loving wife to perpetuate the lie. Even the kids saw through it. I've lost so much weight ( the grief diet, I wouldn't recommend it) that everytime I squirm on the seat of the lawn tractor, it thinks I've gotten off and tries to quit. I'm not looking haggard, actually really good, but I haven't been this small since before my Hysterectomy in 2001. As for dress, my kids did tell me I dressed like an old lady, but you know, I've been happy with my age, with my status as a grandma. I didn't feel the need to dress as though I was going clubbing. HE certainly didn't dress for me. My job requires scrubs, so that's no problem, other than they are all too big for me.
This detaching is so very painful, yet so very eye opening.
