As I was starting to rouse this morning, I got a wiff of that nasty stale whiskey and smoke smell...
...thank goodness it was really only a smelly dog ready to lick me good morning. Fear definately stepped in for a moment. All the more reason to move forward and farther away from Ah, but my heart strings feel so torn still. Like MIl says love has nothing to do with this. She called last night wanting to know if I had a minimal life insurance policy on AH. Evidentally a recovering friend of hers brought it to her attention how close they really are to death and how expensive final arrangements can be. I dont and cant imagine what I would do but the sad fact that could be reality hit hard
So once again this morning I feel so mixed up emotionally and I keep praying for this pain to stop.