There are worse things

July 4, 1981 we came home from the fireworks display and my husband dropped his bomb.  He had already rented an apartment and was moving out right away.

Our son's eighteenth birthday his father planned to serve me with a divorce stating that he would take custody of our younger son and our house and I could move out and contribute to their well being.

Our daughter's twenty third birthday she walked into our bedroom to find her father making a porn film while I was in the hospital.

We were divorced by the time he announced at Christmas dinner that he would no longer pay for our son's college education.

My ex was a fan of holidays.  He did some of his best work then.

There really are worse things than living alone and one of them is to live with someone who doesn't love you.