Maybe I am brave

A little more than a week ago, I wrote this post. It was a Sunday night and I had just found some things that brought past events rushing back. And I sat at my computer blogging and sobbing, sobbing and blogging. There was nothing about it that felt “brave.”

The path to healing

I’m not sure how to do this.

I’m not sure if I can do this.

Worthwhile and beautiful

The other day, I wrote this post about the pain I’ve been dealing with. It snuck up on me. I thought I had dealt with it. I was wrong.

I must be crazy

Insanity is the only explanation for it.

Here it is

I said I’d never write this.

I said people didn’t need to know how it had all come apart.

I said I didn’t want the kids to know (they may, someday, find it here).

I have to write this.

I blame him

I said I’d never write down the details of how it all came apart.

I said I’d be mature and take responsibility for it all coming apart.

I’ve thought a great deal about this.