Ok, so here I am, trying to be productive, going about my evening. I'm cleaning out the drawers in my nightstand. All is going well, and then I see this: my Valentine's Day card that H. gave me last year. I am keeping it, but it's going in my hope chest (yes, hopefloats has a hope chest, of course).
I've filled 3 journals since this crisis entered my life 5 mo. ago. I was never much of a journal writer but this has helped me get my feelings out; I do recommend it to anyone who's dealing with a situation like this. What I can't do is go back and re-read some of the entries--too painful. These are also going into the hope chest.
Sassy, I'm about to go try to make a chocolate martini. I've never tried to make one before.
Most of us really marry only once. First love endures, even unto our dying day. And we never really divorce.
