It's strange how in one moment you can feel the sadness all over again. I was in another state last week and while I'm standing there in this craft store, I realize that I haven't been in this store before with her and at that same moment, I wished she was there with me. I'm making improvements to the house and I want her to see them--to appreciate them along with me. I want to share my experiences with her because I can't imagine sharing them with somebody else. I'm still hurting...even though I know our divorce was the right thing to do. I wish she didn't mean that much to me.