Confessions of a Divorcée Part II

I sip my cup of hot coffee as I recollect my memories from the past. It has been quite a milestone for me to travel to where I am today, sitting in my apartment covered in a woven blanket, now and then peeking into the living room to find my son playing with his toys. A warm feeling of contentment conquers my body. But this wasn’t always the case. I wasn’t always happy.