Well, I think I finally did it. I think I'm there.
I'm not upset. I'm not angry. I'm not hurt. I'm really kind of okay with it. Happy about it, even.
This is good.
I just dropped off the kids for a week of Christmas vacation with their dad. Nobody cried. I expected to feel worse. At the moment, I'm kind of numb. Not a good thing, but also, at the moment, not a bad thing. I feel shitty that I can't be with them on the holidays, but I realize that they need to spend time with their dad, too. So be it.
I've started to imagine the future, a future beyond this particular time. There are even days when I think it will probably be okay.
This was the only gift I needed this year.