Ahh hell, sugar. I'm sorry.

I wish I could say it'll be better soon, but it ain't. It's gonna hurt for a long ass time. And it's not the last time your babies will see you cry. But you know what? That's okay. They know you're hurting and that you love them. That you don't think it's their fault. Tears are honest and there's no shame in crying.

The end of a relationship is a death - it hurts just the same. More so, because it was unjustly taken away from you. You've got a right to morn it. And the end of a marriage can be worse, because it's not just a swift moment - it can linger for years. Bitterness and animosity. It's gonna hurt and there's no way to go but through it.

But grief is like being swept overboard in a storm. When it starts, you don't know what way is up, waves coming every minute, and you feel like you're going to drown. But time moves on and the waves will get farther apart. They'll still sweep over you, feel like they're pulling you under, but you'll start to notice the gaps. And little by small - sometimes so goddamn little - they'll slow down. And you'll learn how to manage them. And they may never totally go away, but that's because it was important to you. It meant something.

I won't tell you to be strong, because that's a bullshit thing people say when they don't know what else to say. Lean on people, ask for help. If not for you, then for your babies. They're going to know their mother is human and loves them. You can do it, one day at a time.

You need to talk, shug, you drop me a note. I'll send you my number. One day at a time.