The best in town, but that seems unimportant to me at this point. I love him beyond rational thought. I just want to survive the week and see him one last time before he leaves forever. This is not right. Something is not right. It should be about anger, bitterness, winning and spite, but I don't feel that way, I feel compassion, love and an impulse to help. Divorce should not be about love. His appointment is tomorrow. I am at peace and it's greater than me and I can't help but to feel love, and if that is the way I will go, then so be it.