July 1, 2013
The weather is rainy and cold - out of place in the middle of summer. I spent half the day sobbing. I dread Former Husbandís call when he gets his divorce papers. Iím scared what heíll do, scared to have the conversation about how he hates me now. Maybe I sense this is the true good bye, even though he left for California a year ago. In art therapy, I made a picture of me, pink, vulnerable, childlike. I was carelessly dragging a security blanket behind me. Falling off the blanket were my sister, my dad and husband.