I spent the day planting flowers, sprucing up the front porch and, in general, nesting in my house. Thinking that I was going to have to move was traumatic for me. It's nice feeling attached to my house and, once again, breathing life into it. I've always enjoyed creating a nice home for my family and was missing it. I'm really going to focus on my life with my boys and not on the pending divorce. It's definitely a sad time, but I don't want to waste any more of my days wondering what happened and what, if anything, I could have done differently. That's what my H should be doing while he sits in his little studio apartment without his family.
