Yesterday was the four year "anniversary" of the day my father left my mother for another woman, but we didn' t know about the other woman (now his wife) until a month later.
Time really does heal, doesn't it? I would have never thought I'd be as okay as I am. I'll never be the same, but I'm stronger now. While I don't like dealing with the fact that my dad is married again and he's happy with "her," I've adjusted.