Three months ago my life was set. I knew where I was and where I was going. In such a short time all that changed.

Because there was no fight or anything it’s so hard to believe that the man I expected to spend the rest of my life with is able to walk away and accept never seeing me again.

Don’t think that I don’t know that I have not yet even begun to deal with the grief and feeling of loss that I have mostly been able to keep at bay.

I’ve been able to do this 1. because I immediately went into self preservation mode. Will I be able to pay my rent? Can I take a niece or nephew out to dinner? Can I keep my car? It may sound petty (except for the rent thing) but it’s stuff I love.

Second and maybe even more importantly my family and friends have kept me too busy to mope or even think too much.

For example,  my visit to the White House. Never in my life did I think I’d actually walk through the White House.

My nephew Matt Klam took me. I know many of you have read his writings but let me tell you,  in person he’s even more fun. I love spending time with him and even though President Obama never came down to say hello the day was great.

About the President not welcoming me himself. I don’t like to complain but he sends me a bunch of emails every week. He clearly knows who I am. I didn’t expect lunch but a quick “Hi” would have been appreciated.

I have something else to say now that I have your attention. I spent days trying to decide what I was going to wear. I even bought a new blouse.

The guy in front of me was wearing SHORTS AND FLIP FLOPS!!!!  TO THE HOME OF THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES!!! I wanted to smack him.

This was the White House, not White Castle! (I stole that line from a very famous journalist)

My day was capped off with Matt taking me to the roof of the Washington Hotel for lunch and drinks.

Poor dave, all these years I hardly drank at all and now that he’s moving on I’m embracing cocktail hour with both arms. He’s missing the “fun me”.

Now the “fun me” has to send dave an email telling him to come pick up his mail and sign some papers.

That means I have to see him with his hair neatly braided again.