On my way…

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As I stood on my porch this morning having a cigarette, because I refuse to smoke inside – trying to quit – I had an unusually calming sense of contentment, which I have not felt in a couple of years – not since my husband, scratch that – former husband – left. I finally have my own home, I have a view of the lake, and the geese were crossing the street with their 11 babies, I have the day off, my birthday is Friday, and I’m just plain happy!

Oddly enough, though, I’ve been divorced over a year, and separated nearly two years before that, and I still find myself referring to him as my husband. Go figure!

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