It’s been kind of quiet around these parts lately. Why?
Summer, chil’rens home every day, beach days, church, lunch dates with friends, home projects, teenagers that keep me on my toes and the single mama / work from home life — all of it has kept me from sharing parts of it on my blog. To be honest, there is just some stuff that I would rather keep to myself. The hard stuff, the painful stuff — the stuff I just want to put my head down and grind straight through in hopes that when I come up for air it will have resolved itself — sometimes I just don’t want to talk about it.
But I write for myself, too, to chronicle my life. As much as I’d like to forget the struggles I’ve been going through, I keep reminding myself to feel.
Feel it all (no matter how painful it is).
Learn from it.
Let it refine you, not define you.
Grow as a person.
And that is exactly what I’ve been doing.
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The single mama life; I know that’s what made you perk up your ears. Four months. My husband and I were separated for the past four months.
When you are struggling in your marriage, it’s not something you feel like advertising. Still, I feel no shame in it. We’ve all been here at some point. It hurts like hell and I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.
Meanwhile, I’ve learned a lot about myself.
I learned that when you aren’t dealing with everyday strife, you can really get a lot of work done (and therefore, make more money).
I learned that in the midst of intense heartache and pain, if you open yourself up to it, God will provide a glimpse of hope for your future.
I learned that many simple pleasures in life aren’t as pleasurable when you don’t have someone special to share them with.
I learned that there were many things I took for granted as a married woman — someone to sit with at night under the full moon, an arm around my waist on Sunday morning, a kiss good morning and goodnight.
And finally, I learned that I really like being by myself (this self-realization was kind of scary, to be honest).
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I won’t blow sunshine up your skirt. We’re still in a precarious place. Marriage is hard. It takes some time to work through habits and traumas that happened years before we even entered into this marriage. But at the end of the day, we still love each other.
Love is a choice, every day.
I read this book by Dr. Gary Chapman titled, Desperate Marriages. This quote helped me move toward forgiveness:
I also continually remind myself of the principles of “reality living”:
We’re trying, and taking it day by day. Of course, it’s not easy. But I’m happy that we are stepping toward the direction of reconciliation. We owe this much to our children.