Yep, I'm still alive
Whew, it's been a hell of seven months since Hub dropped the bomb. The clock is ticking on our divorce. The house is sold. Sigh.
But I've moved to a sunny 2-bedroom cottage in my old neighborhood, near friends, on a hill, neighborhood full of trees, flowers, dogs. The dogster and I are getting by, working on getting happy again.
My dad is hanging in, a year after his diagnosis of pancreatic cancer.
I have a brand-new nephew who I hope to meet next month, when I got to Boston to see my brother graduate from his Master's program.
Friends have been wonderfully supportive, including my two ex-longterm boyfriends.
I have a new girlfriend who I've been enjoying hanging out with.
I'm in counseling, and she is encouraging me to revive my artistic activities and fight off old messages of self-criticism.
A couple of weekends ago my friend and I drove to Big Sur and got oceanside massages. If that's not heaven, I don't know what is.
It's been a challenge, but I'm determined to find good out of this situation.
But I've moved to a sunny 2-bedroom cottage in my old neighborhood, near friends, on a hill, neighborhood full of trees, flowers, dogs. The dogster and I are getting by, working on getting happy again.
My dad is hanging in, a year after his diagnosis of pancreatic cancer.
I have a brand-new nephew who I hope to meet next month, when I got to Boston to see my brother graduate from his Master's program.
Friends have been wonderfully supportive, including my two ex-longterm boyfriends.
I have a new girlfriend who I've been enjoying hanging out with.
I'm in counseling, and she is encouraging me to revive my artistic activities and fight off old messages of self-criticism.
A couple of weekends ago my friend and I drove to Big Sur and got oceanside massages. If that's not heaven, I don't know what is.
It's been a challenge, but I'm determined to find good out of this situation.