
I've had a dirty word on my mind lately: divorce.
How are those mental images coming? Depictions of courtrooms & custody battles, screaming fights on the phone hoping the kids don't hear, ripping hair out while going over finances and unpaid child-support, children picking favorites based on which parent lets them get away with what, evil stepmothers & abusive stepfathers...
Since my husband left I've centrifuge of emotions, leaving me dizzy, concentrated, and isolated. Relief, excitement, guilt, fear, anger. It's hard to be an optimist when all the plans for the time until death do you part suddenly vanish. I felt as though I woke up in 2006 before I was dating my husband and had to get back on with my life from way back then, except with 2 toddlers, thousands of dollars in debt, impending bills, overstuffed emotional baggage, and some stretchmarks in tow.
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