Sadness is part of the ending of a relationship but there has to be some good from it too, right?  I believe the answer is yes.

So I had to find what the good was.  Believe me, it did take me several days to find even a glimmer of what the answer might be.

The first thing I thought was that this had pushed me out of my complacency zone.  No more living life the easy way in this house, no siree.   I was going to have to do something.  Get a job, tackle repairs, try to keep the lawnmower running.  Things that had been happening all along but completely without my involvement.  Every one of these items that I tackle boosts my self-esteem.  Another good side effect.

But maybe the BEST thing is the fact that I no longer tear up at sappy, weepy love songs.  Or movies and books.  Nope, those have no hold on my emotions anymore.  Perhaps it is because I believe in the possibility of a  perfect love story the same as I do in unicorns.  Pretty to look at, wonderful to think of, but not based in reason.  Scientifically impossible.  So do your best Journey and Nickleback, you ain't gonna' make me cry anymore.