Well, yesterday I was wearing dress pants with those stupid "girl pockets" that aren't worth anything, and I've lost my pocket angel. Funnily, I'm not as shattered by it as I would have been even a week ago. But I do miss it.
My son drove off today forgetting something important I'd asked him to bring into school for someone. I went sprinting down the driveway after him, waving and shouting. But he drove off, not hearing or seeing me. I burst into tears, realizing as I did that here was yet another man, taking off without me, leaving me in the dust. My dad left when I was young, my marriage crumbled several years ago, and my soul mate has died, although if he could have stayed he would have. It's hard not to feel abandoned.

Thanks to all for your love and care. I'm grateful for this place of safety.