fortitudinous

One day, somewhere around 1980, a woman came home after picking her 3 year old up from daycare to find her house completely emptied, save for one chair, one bed, two plates, two bowls, to forks, two spoons and one knife.

This was the handiwork of her very recently separated husband.

She sat down on the one chair, and read the letter he left, while the child sat on the floor at her feet.

When she was finished the letter, she folded up the letter, slid off the chair beside her daughter and said "Excellent! We get to have a picnic for supper!"

And that, dear people, is why I got the fortitude.