A helpful book

Earlier this month, I picked up a copy of "The Truth about Children and Divorce: Dealing with the Emotions so you and your children can thrive," by Dr. Robert E. Emery. I happened upon this book serendipituosly on a very emotional evening. It helped me to calm down, and get some perspective for the sake of my childrens' mental health and well being.
I am now about half way through the book, and so grateful for reading it. The author addresses the important and awkward issues such as setting new boundaries with the ex, and helping children grieve, and how to go about mediation and why it is better than litigation.
I wrote a few days ago, "How does one 'move on' ?" and there are some clear and practical steps to take laid out by Emery in chapter four, Seasons of Change: the Task of Divorce. He speaks as a professor of psychology, director of the Center for Children, Families, and the Law at the University of Virginia, and as a person who has experienced divorce and remarriage first hand.

Irony

As I put some dishes away this morning and notice some more things that my husband took with him when he moved out, I glance up at this funny medal I have on the wall. It is gold with a chef's hat and spoon with a black and red ribbon. It is a medal I received upon highschool graduation. Many of these were distributed, for the subjects of English, Chemistry, Physics, Visual Arts, etc. They were awarded to the students who surpassed all others in a particular field. Mine is in Home Economics. Yep, that's right, Home Ec. I didn't even know they gave out medals for dorky subjects like Home Ec. The ironic part is this, I took two Home Ec. classes and they were: "Foods for Singles" and "Education for Responsible Parenthood" (ERP). I never thought then that those two actually would apply to my life at the same time.

Dark Cloud

A dark cloud has swept across the sky today. It makes a shadow on my heart. I feel the coldness of the abiss. I want to be warm again. I want to be held tight and know, I mean really know that I am loved. This is a lonely place. It is dark here. I have lost a friend, and the sun refuses to shine because of it. I know that these feelings will pass with time, they always do. There is some comfort in that, but not much. I still feel the pain and cold. I want to be warm again, now.