Moving on, again.
Remember that huge, annoying situation that wouldn't go away? I solved that. As of July, I've moved onward and upward. Because I'm such a catch, I have had a boyfriend for several months now and he is amazing. Even so, I'm not rushing into things. I am pretty optimistic though. Dating in one's fifties is not for the faint of heart. Try adding disability to that mix. Even more daunting. I'm pretty blessed that I found someone who embraces me exactly as I am. There was a trial for the person responsible for my disability (well the one they caught of the group). He was found guilty, so I will accept that as sufficient.