I hate New Year’s Eve - so much pressure to make changes and stick to them. I always believed that if you wanted to make a change you didn’t need to wait until New Year’s Eve to do it, no time like the present, I always said. I’ve been celebrating this holiday like all the others with Kristy and her family for the last two decades. This particular New Year’s Eve is a little different for me and I’m trying to wrap my brain around it and slug through my emotions. My kids aren’t with me and that’s incredibly difficult but knowing that Paul was going to be completely alone, I at least had Kristy, I suggested that the kids stay with Paul. He promised no drinking and after seeing him at Thanksgiving I trusted him to be on his best behavior and I let them go. For everything Paul put me through I knew he wouldn’t hurt the children and he was trying so hard to piece his life back together. I couldn’t be so cruel as to keep his children away from him. I knew I would be surrounded by my good friends and be in touch with my sisters, Paul would have been alone.
