I was thinking more about my husband yesterday, spending FD with the kids without me there because we are divorcing. My father passed when I was 12. Although I have been thinking of him a lot lately, tbh I didn’t think at all about him yesterday as far as it would have been nice to have my father to celebrate FD. I don’t have any memories of ever celebrating with him when he was alive, though I am sure we must have done that. Gosh, I kind of feel bad now for not even thinking about him.

I also got through FD yesterday without feeling too sad. I’m sad to be ending my marriage, but I was fine spending the hours alone while the rest of the family celebrated. It has to be this way.