Grief

It's a funny thing. It strikes when I least expect it.

It's very difficult to grieve someone who's still present. It can turn into something twisted and unpleasant for more than one person.

I am sad. I am angry. I am picking up the pieces of my life and starting over. Sometimes I don't know where to begin, or where the strength will come from to take me through this transition.

He found a place to live within two blocks of here. We can afford it. E can see him every day. When I start working again, he can take her to school/pick her up as needed. I know that he will remain an involved father.

I am feeling isolated and alone in my own home. I hope that changes.