A stitch at a time . . .

I didn't figure that one divorce would lead to so many goodbyes.

I expected to say goodbye to my now, thank goodness, ex-husband. I didn't expect that the collateral damage would include saying goodbye to Peaches the cat. I didn't expect that I would not be able to get the Subaru for my dad. I didn't expect that I would have to say goodbye to my horses. All to satisfy court orders to meet the needs of a whiny, immature snot that is mad because the gravy train left the station and left him behind.

But at least I'm only spending a few hours a week crying now, instead of a few hours a day.

A bit at a time, a stitch at a time, things get better.