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It's finally our time. We were on the other side of year one and my husband had more energy to focus on us. He was seeing things more clearly and making decisions that were the best for us, not only him, but our family. We were making a fresh start. We were doing it together.… Continue reading Making a fresh start.
There are so many acts that are done with good intentions that are perceived as anything but nice. It is a messy, dirty world we live in. Our lives are muddled with stories of deceit, infidelity, abuse, sex slavery and political division. You can't trust what you read, you can't trust what you see on… Continue reading The perception of intentions.
Living in the south, it sometimes feels like we go right from winter to summer. Spring is short lived. As a yankee transplant, the southern spring feels like summer in Northwestern Pennsylvania, it can make me nostalgic, but I'm not moving back. In South Carolina, I go right from winter coats to flip-flops and sometimes… Continue reading Bring on the heat.
As I come public with my life and my struggles, I expect there to be judgement. It's part of the game. There are those that will agree, those that will disagree, those that will be hurt and those that will judge. For those that are hurt, the truth has a tendency to sting. I know… Continue reading And let the judgement begin.
We made it through that first, long year of sobriety. There have been ups and downs and lots a new challenges. Did we fix our marriage? Are we back where we started? Ummm, no, that's far from the truth. I thought that my husband getting sober would give us the chance to work on our… Continue reading So, it had been a year…
Do you ever find yourself in a place that you don't want to be? You sit and you stew. You reflect. You think. You try to take it all in and all answers point to go. Get out. Leave. But you stay. That was me. I said that my recovery from my husband's alcoholism was… Continue reading So I’m stuck in a place…
Acceptance of one's self is a funny little thing. So easy on the surface, to put in words, but so hard to really do. My husband has had a long road of struggles in his life from being born a cleft palate and all that comes along with it, to struggles with depression and addiction.… Continue reading So, it’s a funny little thing.
Why did I add to my, already busy, life by starting a blog? It's just more work, another commitment, another task to complete. I promise you, it is so much more. I have become very aware of the fact that I do not process my emotions. I mull them over. I decide that they make… Continue reading Too many packages!