Day before the end of a week off

I've been seperated from for nearly 7 months, I can't believe how the time has flown. I have really kept myself busy with great family, friends, my job, and the gym. There have been a couple of male related distractions but nothing to write home about.

When I think back to when we first seperated and then a week later our marriage was over, I didn't think i'd ever be able to get through this but I have. To be honest with myself, none of it was a major shock but I am left with a bitter taste in my mouth over how he thought he had pulled the wool over my eyes. If I let myself think about