I remember when I first got divorced, I would literally start each day saying "I hate my fucking life" and count down the hours until a glass of red wine seemed reasonable. Yes, I had every right to be sad, miserable and angry - for awhile.
I remember when I first got divorced, I would literally start each day saying "I hate my fucking life" and count down the hours until a glass of red wine seemed reasonable. Yes, I had every right to be sad, miserable and angry - for awhile.
