If you follow my writing pattern, you will see I have had period of hiatus from blogging. I guess because I have been in the female version of the mental, metaphoric, man-cave. I never thought divorce would be my story. But here I am, blogging publicly - confessing - out-of-denial, that divorce IS now my story and my children' story.
I worry about how being products of divorce will affect them and their marriages and children.
Anyone who knows me probably would tell you that I always land on my feet, I always make lemonade with lemons and I'll be damned sure that this story - divorce - will cause them to better their lives, heighten their moral compasses, encourage them to take personal responsibility and improve their resolve to stay and problem solve when they are in difficult relational circumstances.
I've spent the last ten months - the equivalent of a pregnancy - grieving and healing. Had I attempted to blog during this time to process, some really terrible things would have rolled out of my pen and keyboard...
I came to Utah from Vermont last summer with the children to heal and get on with our lives and make our world even better than it's been (most days I honestly feel it can't get any better!). So here we bid adieu to "The Mister" or "Marlboro Man" or "Mountain Man", as I named him with endearment in Candlelight and Wisteria blog posts. I spent 18 years with this man - he provided some amazing genetic material for our beautiful children. Almost all of those years were affectionate and good. But the bad ones were...well, bad enough to fracture our beautiful family. Sometimes we come under attack...and lose...despite doing all the right things...
I am now embarking on this next phase of my life's journey... Come with?
More about this later... In getting to know myself all over again, I've observed and experienced some really funny things and people. You just can't make this stuff up...
Ciao!
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