It's been an awful day ..... my kids are out in some sort of treatment facilty or group home; husband is gone & I've never felt so alone on a Mother's Day before. I've spent this morning cleaning, as best I can, from all the chaos over the past week. Friday morning I had to get my bedroom ready for my new furniture - I started in husband's armoire. I'm not generally a yeller, but I screamed at husband with each dress shirt & suit coat I took out of his armoire. My heart seemed to break. I'm picking up the pieces this morning after kt's overnight pass Friday til yesterday evening. My new bedroom looks beautiful ~ there's enough room to use my walker. All of this change may be too soon however, I wasn't able to function. I felt stuck between a rock & a hard place. When all is said & done, my home will be a healthier place to live; the anger & sickness is being removed. Saying all that, husband always made me feel very special on Mother's Day. I spent so much time complaining about husband here that I rarely shared the things that made him special to me; the love he felt for his family. I hate addiction ~ husband stopped fighting. Thanks for listening ~ I think I'll take the rest of the day to paint. Maybe I'll do some masterpiece.