You and I are aligned in our thinking. That's why I've found so much inspiration in your posts.
I'm not confused. When the phone call happened, I asked him who you were then. He told me that he knew you and your husband (didn't tell me you two were divorced) for many years from Indiana. You all were old friends.
Why did he lie? He led me to believe you physically knew each other for a long time. So, thank you for the truth.
"I am no ways strong. But the kids and I we are going to survive!"
That's the strength I'm talking about. Knowing you will survive despite it all.
Losing Tigger was very hard. Broke my heart. She was my first cat when I moved out on my own. After 18 years, she'd been through it all with me and still loved me. I still can't even type about her without crying. It was hard when H showed very little sympathy during that time. Even though he knew how absolutely dear she was and still is to me. It's that feeling of wishing you could hold them one more time.....even though I held her long after her last breath. Sometimes I don't know where to put myself. Thank you for thinking of her.
