Had an argument with husband on Saturday. Had gone over to our house to take care of laundry and get caught up on our combined financial issues. One careless comment led to some name calling. I grew tired, and angry and then stormed out. [I was there against the better judgment of my heart, still not able to let go of using the machines in the house, the comfort of the views from the windows.]

Felt pretty righteous in my anger. Until this morning. I was reading my divorce recovery book, suddenly the light went on. He's just as lonely, angry, scared, depressed, confused and distraught as I am. Maybe more so. We need to treat each other with care during this transition. For me, that might mean keeping up with business only by phone or e-mail, instead of making visits.

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Best part of weekend: efforts to make my apartment home mean I have a real living room! No more laying on the floor or sitting on cardboard boxes. What a difference to come into that room and see a space that I have made.