So. In the last few days I've gotten many warm sentiments from you, and a few surprising connections. For example, a wonderful new friend has emerged I never would have met had not this blog been here introducing me to people I would have never known otherwise. I'm eager to explore this new potential relationship. Oddly, this person who enjoyed my blog contacted me via Facebook. Oh the joys of social media. A dear lovie--hi Heidi!--urged me not to isolate myself from the people who love me. Another--hi Patricia!--helped me to remember that my archives have blessed a lot of people who have stumbled upon these words. I wanted to hide. I wanted to reinvent myself. I wanted to runaway from all that is me. But the truth is, removing myself from the net won't take away a bit of the pain I'm in. It won't heal the broken relationship I wonder will ever recover (I doubt it, I'm sorry to say). And it won't assuage the fears I have about my future without this person, such a big part of my life, in it. So here I am, at least today. Nothing heroic. No promises; just you and me. I'm the one in sackcloth and ashes, with one running shoe on. If you don't mind it, well... okay. I'm sorry for Monday's drama.