I feel like it has been so long since I have written. Thank you for being patient with me while I navigate through this emotional mess that is my life! It has been 1 month and 23 days since my husband moved out. I feel like so much is different, yet so much is still… Continue reading Hold on a little tighter.
Well folks, tomorrow is the day. My husband is moving out. How am I feeling? I really can’t put it into words. I feel it all. Every single emotion. This is what I have been looking at for the past 2 days. It makes it real. Every morning I wake up, when I get… Continue reading One more day.
I’m so fucking sad. My heart physically hurts. I just don’t know what to do with myself. My husband is planning on moving out on the fist of the month, maybe before if the new place is ready. He said he is excited to move because of the location “not because it’s leaving you” Honestly,… Continue reading Distance.
The fact that my husband and I are separating is still a difficult concept for me to process. He went to look at a place and found out a few days ago that he got it. An A-frame cabin in the woods, next to a creek. His dream location. Since he went to… Continue reading Truth be told.
I walked into the office room and asked my husband if we could talk for a bit. I took a seat and embarked on one of the most emotional conversations of my entire life. I broke down to him. I told him I felt like we had drifted apart. I felt like we were constantly… Continue reading The Beginning.
I started writing this blog as kind of an anonymous way to get my thoughts out there. While it would be beyond amazing to have an award winning, multi-million follower, boo-ku (how do you spell that?) bucks earning blog, I’m rather content where I am at right now. I currently have 35 follwers, and I’m loving it! Now,… Continue reading Our Little Secret
To make a really, really, really, long story short, I feel super overwhelmed and scared about being a grown up. I know it’s stupid, I’m fucking 29 years old for cripes sake. I have my own family, children, and house. I’ve lived in the same town my entire life. When my kids were in public… Continue reading Time to grow up.