I was handling Ed's death pretty well. I've been a bit less apt to tidy up the room since Ed died, but other than that I was doing well. I was prepared for his death, ready for him to leave this life behind, even happy for him to be released from his body which had grown old and feeble. Healing nicely and taking on new challenges in life.

Then my son-in-law decided that my daughter was not the woman of his fantasies - he needed a divorce. It seems as though he wants to punish her for falling short of his impossible dreams. If he can't hurt her directly, he makes threats to seek total custody of their children to try and bring her into line so that she will not ask for more than he is willing to give. I survived the death of my life's companion with grace and relative ease. But the death of my daughter's hopes and dreams, of her marriage, of life as she loved it may just do me in. I hurt for her and for her children. Why does life have to be so hard?