I can't tell you how many times since my divorce I have had a florist delivery person ring my doorbell. EVERY time I have some stupid hope the flowers are about me. EVERY time I am disappointed. "Your neighbor isn't home, can you hold this for them?"
It happened again yesterday. Good god they should call with a disclaimer before ringing the doorbell.
Divorced after 23 years of M thanks to XH's truth trickle.
Status: Recovering and healing. It's going to be a long hard road.
Update November 2013: It only took seven years but I finally turned a corner. :)