Brave Little Gerda, So Chilled She Could Not Speak

[Gerda]

DnJ, thank you so much for checking up on me so much today. You knew I would be desperately looking, and, as usual, you delivered. (((DnJ)))))

I am totally exhausted tonight, spiritually I mean, though physically too, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep. (Do you know that poem? If not, go read it immediately, it's basically Robert Frost channeling DnJ.) so I am not going to write much of anything now except to thank you for your post and to say that it all makes sense.

I think if I knew that I could win in a trial,over the kids, it would be clearer.

Because ultimately it is King Solomon and the baby to me. My mind cannot adapt to this worldly idea of dividing children. I was a child of divorce and the idea of living in two different houses was insane. Thank god I was spared that, though I was not spared any other of divorce's horrors. Now the thought that I would have to divide my children, well, I can't get my head around accepting that but I can't tell if I have to. I don't care if H sees them every single day. I just want them to have one home, one place they sleep. And that is what they keep telling me they want.

Alright, that's all for now. I will read your post a dozen more times tomorrow and answer more soon.

Thank you so much, truly.