It was meant to be a light comment, but it took away just a little bit of my joy. "Divorce is never cause to celebrate." But I appreciated the compliment and managed a smile. "But, you know I have to stay on point.”

We stepped aside to let another Starbucks customer pass to take a seat at the table adjacent from us, then, we slid into the chairs at the table where I’d been sitting. Once she was settled, Dru asked, "How are you really?”

“I’m fine,” I said. “I tell you that every time we talk.”

“Yeah, but you're all the way in Dallas now and when I can’t lay my eyes on you, I don't feel like I know what's really going on for real."

“What are you talking about?” I chuckled. "You were just in Dallas with me last month.”

"And? That was a whole thirty-four days ago."

"Well I was good then, and I’m good now." I nodded as that revelation sank in. I really was doing well, even as I had wondered what it would be like to set foot back in D.C. I hadn't returned to the DMV since the movers had backed the 26 foot truck up to our dream home, packed up half of our furniture and everything that belonged to me and the children, and then headed south, the beginning of my nightmare of starting over.

Dru cocked her head and studied me. "I'm glad to hear that, Ginger. Really, I am." She gave me a once-over once again. "Girl, if the First Ladies Council could see you now. Talking about how your life was going to be over if you left Jeremy." She waved her hands as if she was pushing away the words Sonya and Cecily had spoken over my life.

I shook my head as I thought of the First Ladies crew. The women who’d crawled all up in my business and told me we were family...and the women who, when I’d tried to reach out to them once I got to Dallas because I wanted the Dress for Success program to continue, never returned a single call. And not one of them could say it was a cell phone issue since texts and emails went unanswered as well.

That still made me shake my head a bit, though I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised. It wasn’t like this had come out of the blue, Sonya had warned me:

You cannot leave your husband because if you do...I’m afraid you will regret it. And that’s not a threat, that’s a promise.