When my ex husband first told me he wanted a divorce, I felt kicked when I was down. I lost my great-grandfather and a classmate in February, our son had a full-blown seizure in March when he was life-flighted to Portland, and I was trying to handle my crippling depression and anxiety. I felt like he took advantage of the fact that I was staying with my parents for some medical appointments for our son. He took the most opportune moment to decide to tell me he was happier without me. I went into fight or flight, and I fought. With rage. Once I learned he had a girlfriend (which I found out through her husband) I said "Wow, you really showed me, didn't you?" I almost felt bad for rebounding until I found out he had my kids spending the night with this girl before I even knew about her. The best thing I ever did instead of lying around moping all the time (I still did some of the time), was to look at my immediate future and decide what it was I needed to do for m...