Now I have to let go of my house. My children are all off to college, the last one in two years. My husband left me for his mistress. It is not practical for me to keep a huge rambling house on a big property. I don't like gardening, fixing things, I will echo around by myself and listen to noises in the night - so the secret mistress will get my pool, my garden to sit in, the woods, our boat, my cats, my husband, my money. All I will get is peace of mind, an orderly apartment without my ex's pack rat stuff everywhere, a place to entertain friends, my children's respect for making the most practical lifestyle for them, and my house will be loved and maintained. I will still retain ownership so my ex will make sure to give me money to live on. Why is it so hard to let go of people, of things, of preconceptions of the future - I feel like a monkey with her hand in the cookie jar, when I release the cookie I will be free. Shall I scream with joy, I do feel like screaming.