Well, God's sense of timing is once again leaving me gaping and gasping. I learned yesterday that my first divorce hearing is set for August 5 which is my 15th wedding anniversary. How sick is that? Should I pull out the dress I was married in and wear it to the hearing? Mental illness and cruelty are the cause of the divorce, it is never something that I wanted or thought was a possibility. I remember the steamy, humid day, fifteen years ago, when my future was so full of promise. I was so very, very happy and sure that I'd found my life partner...my friend.
How can life take such wicked turns? Why do I feel like such a miserable failure? Why does my best friend hate me? Oh, ponder, ponder, ponder.