Begin Again: Finding Hope After Divorce
The day I left my marriage was one of the saddest days of my life.
Just ask the two poor souls the moving company sent to deal with the logistics of getting my sorry self out of the home I thought I'd grow old in. I opened my mouth to utter a simple sentence about which items were going and which were staying, and my grief spilled out. Luckily, it seemed these guys had dealt with this before. They offered Kleenex and water, gently placed boxes in front of me and inquired as to how they might fill them... Читать дальше...
