Not That Bad

Flowers arrived yesterday! I was here alone. Dogs barked and went crazy as the driver pulled up and unloaded the beautiful bouquet and sat them at my door. My heart raced. Did he get me flowers?! Is he making some attempt to say he is sorry for acting like a complete and utter disrespectful jerk? Is there still a slight shred of hope for this person I called husband for 24 years? I opened the card and read. “With deepest sympathy for John Renda”.

I took a picture of the card and sent it to him. Oh, those were suppose to go to the funeral home they mistakenly delivered to my our home address. So and so’s dad died. Plop. Plop. Fizzz. Fizzz.

Oh well. One more day my heart hardens and I begin to realize more and more the man I wanted is not the man I have.

I enjoy a long hard workout and a super great dinner with an old friend. Valentines Day was not that bad after all.