She sat in the dark grieving. She pondered where she had gone wrong. But she didn’t really have to. She knew. She always made the wrong choices and gave too many people a second, third and forth chance. She was a fool.

She wasn’t going to grieve anymore. Nor was she going to feel sorry for herself. She was a fool, that was established. But, she was going to get the champagne and pop the cork. She would celebrate herself, She would learn to forgive herself.