I did get out for a little while. Had a meltdown on the way there, but a friend talked me off the ledge. The last part of the message my H put in the card is what he told me the night he dropped the bomb (that he would always love me, but couldn't be married to me anymore). So when I saw that in the card, it took me back there and it was a dagger through my heart all over again. I was ready to give in, say Uncle, whatever because some days the pain is just too much. Then I got a text from my FIL just saying hey. (He does not know what is going on). God has a sense of humor I tell you. So I'm in it to fight another day. We'll see how I feel tomorrow. :-/
I did end up with a couple of cute outfits for work, so today wasn't a total loss.
