Sometimes, shit happens.
Almost eight years ago, I met a man I thought I would love forever. A man I thought I would grow old with, who I believed would be my partner, my lover, my best friend. My husband.
Things changed. We changed. Our marriage suffered. We forgot how to communicate. We lost our way. And just...just couldn't find our way back to one another.
I will never regret marrying him. From our relationship, I was given three of the best things to ever happen to me. But we became incompatible. Our differences seemed too big to overcome. Our foundation was buried beneath so much hurt and anger and frustration that walking away seemed our only option.
Counseling only works if both of you are willing to go through it. And that wasn't the case with us. One of us wanted to fight. The other believed the damage was done...and the hurt was too deep.
So, in the last month, my world has been turned upside down, inside out, and stomped on. At first, I wasn't sure what to do. How would I survive? Was it possible?
Then I looked at Logan. And realized he is my everything. All I have left. And because of him and for him, I will be a better mother. A better person. A better woman. We have moved out and will be living with my parents for the foreseeable future. The papers are filed. Our life is starting over.
Needless to say, house projects will be pretty much non-existent, except to post pictures of our finished bathroom FINALLY. We are putting our house up on the market by August 1, and I really think we will be able to sell quickly. And it really pisses me off that the bathroom is going to look amazing when we are done.
Posting is going to be sporadic. Living with my parents is going to be an adjustment, but I will be redoing Logan's room here (since we will be living here for a few years) and my room as well. And I am forcing my parents to menu plan, so MPMs will be back.
I will be okay. I know that now. But saying goodbye to the person you thought was going to be there always...it will never be easy.
