I am a fighter. Fall seven times, get up eight. When I was divorced, all those years ago, I found myself in a battle for the two thing that meant most to me in the world, my children. Lost that battle to PAS. No matter what your spouse does, never take it to your children, never! I was beaten down by a prejudice system so many times I stopped feeling it. Never gave up until the day I realized the things I was fighting for had become the things I was fighting with.
I feel that way now. But every time I convince myself to move forward, there is an IM or an email. Probably just guilt eking it's way out. I would prefer a sudden death than an eternal hope for something that does not exist.
