Is it really never too late?

[grebjack]

Today was a tough day. I had to run an errand that took me through a bunch of places I had only gone to with him. When our move here seemed like the first day of the rest of our lives instead of the last days of my marriage. My husband moves to Illinois tomorrow or Saturday, although it's not yet a permanent move and he has already agreed to my visiting. I suppose what I should be grateful for is that my tough days now mean a few tears and a lot of melancholy instead of hours and hours of sobbing or catatonia.