Eight years and nearly four months ago, I left my husband, my home, and my comfort zone and started over again. It wasn't easy to do, but it was the right decision for me then and still holds as such today. It took many years to get to the point where I believed I had done all I could do and knew that I could not continue to live as I was. Telling our kids we were getting divorced and I was moving out was hard. Having the days and nights where they wanted us together or were struggling with us being apart was harder. Seeing your child cry and struggle is an arrow to your already tender heart. As the mother, it was hard to leave my home and my family even knowing that our dissolution agreement gave us shared 50/50 custody. It bothered me that people might think that I was the one at fault. That I had done something to end my marriage. That I was the cheater. I wasn't, but no marriage fails because one person made all the mistakes. Marriages fail because people forget that it...
My journey from the realization that I was sleepwalking through my life through where I am today--living my life and taking ownership of who I am becoming each day!