My coach is moving back to New Mexico.  I have cried all the tears I have (I think anyway), and moved to the anger phase today.  I yelled at my ex-husband for no reason other than he was a convenient target, and gosh, it felt good.  It felt guilty, yes, but good. 

I suppose if I were to look at the bright side here, I could say that I lost two pounds with all the crying.  That’s a lot of tears!

Man-Friend is coming over tonight.  We’re going to shoot stuff up on the XBox.  That should help.