People, I am so far from detached you may as well call me Tim (sorry man, and many of you do anyway) So I'm going to bed and I happen to walk near my W in the kitchen. She turns to me and gives me this big, tight hug. WTF! I lost it. Not in front of her, upstairs...still crying. So many reminders of what was is no more. I will savor that as a "Have" and try to forget the "Have Nots" Taking my own advice, but still emotional as hell now.
