I initially wrote my first post which started with a sentence that was quite...well revealing and inflammatory (at least to some). And so while it was extremely cathartic to write out the initial first posting to this blog discretion won over and so I deleted it.
And than I avoided it.
But you know what? Life is too short and I have been holding so much in for so long that it seems with this "start over" I might as well.
And so ending a marriage, breaking up my family, it doesn't quite seem sincere to call it starting over. Rather it is a continuation of the soap opera that I have made my life.
It's kind of sad to be married to someone for nearly nine years and only after you leave do they begin to express the depth of their love for you and how they treasure your friendship.
I try to not let it affect me. I'm wary of the manipulation and scared to death of the reality that things would slip into their normal that eventually caused me to fly away.
Besides, there are secrets...which will be revealed, dear reader, in time.
The reality is that there are children involved and so names/places will obviously be changed and some details will be left out, because ultimately being a mom comes before telling my story.
And there will be posts that have nothing what so ever to deal with my life, because let's face it, sometimes I need a break from my life!
I'm a 32 year old woman, with two beautiful living children and continuing my story...I just need to figure out how I want this to end.
