Obviously this is some forward thinking. Something that I had troubles doing. I got anxious looking into the future. Scared. … Continue reading Heather’s Rules of Engagement
How many people head to a marriage counselor before divorce?
The first time he came to me, told me he didn’t love me any more I was crushed. But I was optimistic we could do this. I knew this was just a bump. For 11 years it was us against the world. I can’t lose him. Continue reading “On a Scale of 1-10”
I wonder what my life would be like if I just did what he wanted. If I became the woman he was pushing me to be.
I wonder what life would like right now if I handled the cheating better. Sucked it up and forgave him blindly.
::Cue the fuzzy transition to the alternate universe:: Continue reading “Alternate Universe.”
Somedays are like a warm knife through butter.
Other days are like a dull hack saw through bone. Continue reading “Higher High Times. Lower low Times”
A lot on my mind. It feels like it’s at capacity at the moment.
I’ll start with this.
J and I were flipping through my Facebook together looking at my old pictures. He has never seen me in my natural hair color (Blonde). In the process of strolling down Heather’s memory lane we stumble on things that are … well… awkward. Continue reading “What the F do I do about the old photos.”
My therapist asked me to write a letter I will never send. Addressed to my ex. Well. Obviously I am familiar with doing this. This letter may be redundant when looking at the others but it’s just another way to help me heal.
We speak on a weekly basis. If you ask me it’s more than I’d like to but we have a son together and it’s what is best for him. So I do it. When we do speak I keep it to minimal but I would like to clear up somethings and update you on my life now. Continue reading “Letters I Will Never Send: Dear Ex Husband,”
This is the day I thought my life was beginning.
As I remember it, I was trying to act like it was no big deal but on the inside I was excited. I woke up in my bed at my parents house, for what I was sure was the last time. Continue reading “May 2, 2009”