About 6 months ago a once close friend from school confirmed that her marriage of 12 years had ended and the father of her three children and the man she thought she was going to do ministry with had walked away from their family.... I remember talking to Brian about how shocking and unsettling I found it. I had always admired them as a couple.

I patted myself on the back a few days ago because I cry only about once every other week now... which I was counting as great progress... I’m not quite as obviously depressed- I’m hanging out with people, working out, even volunteering... but I’m still very... very... sad....

My friend posted today about how happy and at peace she is with everything and it’s been hard but she’s seeing how much better things are now yadda yadda sunshine and sugar plums...

REALY?? She’s over the dissolution of 12 years and I’m over here still mourning my 9 months (though I and most should say the sadness is usually about the loss of what might have been not what actually was- which is so so so true)