I received a letter from Legal Aid Saturday morning. They have decided to represent me in the divorce proceeding (the lawyer seemed to find the abuse to be pretty abhorent), and they will contact me to schedule an appointment for me to go in and sign the papers to get the process started.

It's what I've been wanting. I need it to be done so I can move on with life. So why does it feel like a punch to the gut? I called my Mom, told her about the letter. She didn't understand why I feel down. I doubt MW would really understand if I talked to him about it. I guess it's one of those things where you kind of have to go through it to understand it.

Speaking of MW, I'm worried about him. There's a major snow storm going through, and he's somewhere out in it. I called and left him a message on his voicemail, but he never called me back. That's not like him.

I'm going to bed now, I think. I feel like shit. Too much worrying, not enough sleep. I hope tomorrow will be better.