So how did your daughters handle the news...

My daughters stayed at my mother's on the Friday that I had the papers served to my husband at our home.

I told my attorney that I wanted to wait until Friday to have the papers served,

so the girls would have the weekend to process the horrible

news and perhaps, adjust a little before

facing their friends and the world on Monday.

After my husband left the house Friday around 2 in the afternoon,

my 3 brothers quickly replaced the locks.

My insides went into extreme spasms and tremoring.

I never knew such pain.

After my sister and I picked up the girls from Mom's house,

I brought them home and had them sit next to me on the sofa.

We held hands.

I told them very little but enough to let them know things were going to be different. They were in shock and started to sob.

I remember my mother never said a bad word about my father all the years of her life.

I learned from her the wisdom in doing so. I came up with the conclusion of my dad's poor behavior on my own.

I also wanted to do the same for my girls.

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I gently whispered to them as they cried,

"A cheerful heart is good medicine but a broken spirit dries up the bones."

"We must work together to not let this rob our joy."