Yesterday, not much happened in court. Both sides agreed to be ready to go to trial later this month.
While waiting for my daughter’s team pictures and game to start, I was standing there talking to someone. Everything just started spilling out. About the court date. About my dad’s death. About what the past four and a half months have been like.
A part of me wanted to shut up, but the words just poured out. The other part of me was so happy to have someone to listen.
They asked questions. I was able to talk and answer their questions without breaking down. I felt my anxiety grow, but I did not cry.
Life After Divorce 