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"Oh, I&amp;#039;ve had a good, long wallow this week, and it isn&amp;#039;t over yet. Anna shared with me yesterday about the family picture she saw at Peter&amp;#039;s girlfriend&amp;#039;s house. The one taken at Christmas two years ago, with the two of them and her little girl in front of their tree. Anna didn&amp;#039;t say anything to the little girl, but she did find it surprising, since Daddy still lived with us then. Apparently, there are lots of picture of them all over that house. The two of them at some local event, drinks in hand and feather boas around their necks. The three of them at a park. His new family. Like the old one never existed. I just smile and nod as she shares, giving her an ooh or an ahh where appropriate. I tell her I think it&amp;#039;s cool that she and the daughter are writing a story together (and I do). I smiled with real pleasure when she told me that her new friend adores David. I listened and enjoyed her description of the museum they all went to this time, and I was glad that they go to museums. There&amp;#039;s a lot of good going on here, I know. But I&amp;#039;m sad anyway. I just feel completely and utterly\u2026discarded. Like I&amp;#039;m nothing. Like our family was nothing. Gone without a backward glance. And I know the sun will shine and the birds will tweet and my kids will get the best of both worlds, like going to museums and on family outings with their two new families, but it&amp;#039;s hard to feel anything but raw right now, so I&amp;#039;m letting myself feel just that. Have you seen me? Apparently, I&amp;#039;ve been discarded. And not just by Peter. Somehow, I&amp;#039;ve thrown some of myself out after him. I need to figure out what&amp;#039;s left that&amp;#039;s salvageable. I promise, I&amp;#039;ll be out of the doldrums by the weekend at the latest. I just need to recharge. If the weather is nice enough, I&amp;#039;m thinking about driving to the nearest beach, dipping my toes in the water, and just walking along the sand till I find me again. Wish me luck. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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