I am who I am.

I was better prepared than many to live through sorrow and tragedy and come out on the other side. When I was just shy of twelve years old, my mom left one evening to attend an adult family gathering. She was involved in a deadly traffic accident and never returned.

When my wife flew the coup, It was a familiar experience. I knew what to expect. I knew the sorrow would ease. I was lucky though. I never expected to find the one I would move on with so soon.

I also knew that I could not build a life with someone new while holding a grudge against my former wife, so I let it go. There was another reason to let go. We had a daughter. She didn't need to have her parents feuding with each other.

I'm working on a story describing the events in detail.