Who would've thought...
Me, writing a blog?
Nope.
I never would have guessed it.
I mean, I use social media - Facebook, Insta, LinkedIn and I try to use Snapchat, (I haven't even really figured out how to use it, but I try). But through all of those outlets, you actually don't hear much from me. I guess I try to filter most of what I think. You'll see a lot of pics of my family - vacations, school dress up days, programs, you get the picture (no pun intended). It's funny how some will "air their dirty laundry" through social media. And some are brave enough to say things that they would NEVER say to a person's face. I haven't quite figured that one out yet. And let's not even discuss the 2016 Presidential Election, or any politics for that matter.
So anyway, like I said, blogging isn't something I ever considered. Until recently.
I'm not an expert writer by any stretch of the imagination. My sister in law has her Master's in English and was a cookbook editor. She has a very special way with words. I'm quite the opposite. (Allison, don't critique me too much.) So if by chance anyone ever reads this, please forgive me for misplaced punctuation or grammar oversights.
I digress.
The purpose of my blog is simple. I hope to use it for my own benefit. To heal from the hell that I've lived through for the past 11 months. I don't know that I can explain the roller coaster ride in words, but I'll certainly try.
It seems like yesterday that my family of 4 (two boys, now 7 & 2) and my husband and I were all in our master bathroom at the same time. The typical bedtime routine. I specifically remember that my oldest was in the shower, my husband leaning against our vanity. Oddly enough, I don't remember what the 2 year old was doing. In the bath tub, maybe? Or running in and out of the bathroom, or trying to climb on the bed, you get it.
I looked at my husband, as I felt something strange. "Are you okay", I asked. I remember that it was if he couldn't look me in the eye. "Yep", he said. But the response felt empty. I was immediately concerned.
Now, I will tell you, I'm the worst about jumping to horrible conclusions. The worst. A million things were running through my mind, but that was the first time that I honestly felt that the chemistry between us had shifted.
We continued with our routine and I caught his eye again and asked the same question. He wouldn't respond. I asked him if we needed to talk about anything. His response "you go on your trip and we will talk when you get back". Nope, no way, no sir, ain't happening. But after a bit of back and fourth, I was never able to get a peep of detail out of him.
This all happened on December 30th. I remember the date because the 'trip' referenced was a getaway that I had planned with my friend Melody to go see Bama in the playoff game in Atlanta, which we were leaving for the next morning.
Nope.
I never would have guessed it.
I mean, I use social media - Facebook, Insta, LinkedIn and I try to use Snapchat, (I haven't even really figured out how to use it, but I try). But through all of those outlets, you actually don't hear much from me. I guess I try to filter most of what I think. You'll see a lot of pics of my family - vacations, school dress up days, programs, you get the picture (no pun intended). It's funny how some will "air their dirty laundry" through social media. And some are brave enough to say things that they would NEVER say to a person's face. I haven't quite figured that one out yet. And let's not even discuss the 2016 Presidential Election, or any politics for that matter.
So anyway, like I said, blogging isn't something I ever considered. Until recently.
I'm not an expert writer by any stretch of the imagination. My sister in law has her Master's in English and was a cookbook editor. She has a very special way with words. I'm quite the opposite. (Allison, don't critique me too much.) So if by chance anyone ever reads this, please forgive me for misplaced punctuation or grammar oversights.
I digress.
The purpose of my blog is simple. I hope to use it for my own benefit. To heal from the hell that I've lived through for the past 11 months. I don't know that I can explain the roller coaster ride in words, but I'll certainly try.
It seems like yesterday that my family of 4 (two boys, now 7 & 2) and my husband and I were all in our master bathroom at the same time. The typical bedtime routine. I specifically remember that my oldest was in the shower, my husband leaning against our vanity. Oddly enough, I don't remember what the 2 year old was doing. In the bath tub, maybe? Or running in and out of the bathroom, or trying to climb on the bed, you get it.
I looked at my husband, as I felt something strange. "Are you okay", I asked. I remember that it was if he couldn't look me in the eye. "Yep", he said. But the response felt empty. I was immediately concerned.
Now, I will tell you, I'm the worst about jumping to horrible conclusions. The worst. A million things were running through my mind, but that was the first time that I honestly felt that the chemistry between us had shifted.
We continued with our routine and I caught his eye again and asked the same question. He wouldn't respond. I asked him if we needed to talk about anything. His response "you go on your trip and we will talk when you get back". Nope, no way, no sir, ain't happening. But after a bit of back and fourth, I was never able to get a peep of detail out of him.
This all happened on December 30th. I remember the date because the 'trip' referenced was a getaway that I had planned with my friend Melody to go see Bama in the playoff game in Atlanta, which we were leaving for the next morning.
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