Comfort

There is something quite comforting, possibly freeing by burning my divorce papers. As I begin to initiate the fight to see my kids more, I am almost certain that there will be more paperwork to burn in the future. This is good because our oil furnace ran dry last night and the house is chilly.

The kids call me and tell me they miss me. I miss them too. I am not deluded with any sense of righteousness or any real confidence in the system that justice will prevail. So, in the mean time, I'll do what I have been doing. Living my life, trying to be happy and doing the best that I can for myself and my children. I guess that's all I can do.