Ranting again...

I haven't written in a while because my thoughts are too disturbed to share sometimes. I'm getting through each day, but it seems like every couple of weeks there's a new, devastating peice of information that I can't process. I won't share the newest one just yet - maybe I won't at all - because there comes a point where it's too painful to share with you just how little my husband loved me. I feel like I sound pitiful and sympathy-starved, but I don't want pity, just permission to pour out my heart when I need to, however messy the contents. And if you are tired of my rants, I guess you can always stop reading... :)