Holidaze

Here we are. I held a crying Leiney tonight, who was cursing the holiday, cursing it coming without her mother alongside. Jenny was the holidays in Leiney's child's memory. Abby is mum. When I came in from the garage, where Leiney had been working out crying in my embrace, and told Abby that Leiney was sad and missing mom, not a word or response. Nada. This is troubling.

Me? I'm still alternating between bitter and sad, can't shake the fact that her infidelity wasn't just with me, but with my kids with whom she spent such little time. 

We are going to Jenny's sisters for the holiday dinner. My big sister is in Hawaii. It is going to be hard.