When I was coping with the dissolution of my marriage, one of the hardest things for me to deal with was no longer having someone who was always there for me- someone to talk with about the mundane day-to-day things in life, to celebrate successes with, someone to provide solace or support during the hard times. Someone to take care of and to be taken care of by. I have really had to learn how to be on my own. And I have finally succeeded in doing that. There are definitely still times when I miss having that someone... like when I was curled up in bed for days on end, terribly ill. At the same time, though, in many ways I have come to enjoy being answerable only to myself. Proving that I can, indeed, take care of myself...