Repost from 8/1/2016

One year ago, my husband pulled out of the driveway to go to work, I picked up a truck, packed everything I had room to take with me, and moved out.  I was gone by the time he got home.  His only text to me was, “Where should I forward your mail?”

I had lived with a stomach ache for a year prior to that.  When he refused to sleep somewhere else, I moved to another room.  When he refused to leave the house, I knew that it would be me who would have to make the move.  It took me quite a while to get used to that idea, but once I did, I was determined to change my life.  I still wake up with a stomach ache here and there, but I can handle that.

Most often, I wake up happy.  I love my life.  I sure didn’t think I would be here at sixty, but now I can’t believe I lived the way I did for so long.  I think the biggest change that I have found in myself over the past year has been that I am actually smart.  I am actually a nice person.  That I actually have value at my age and there are some people who really like me.  I am proud of who I am and where I am going.  I’m all “Woman Hear Me Roar” about myself and I like it.  Now, I may wake up tomorrow and have a big sobfest, but for now…I am happy.

One of my sons wrote me a note a few months ago telling me how proud he is of what I have accomplished in the past year and it shocked me.  I really didn’t know that the kids saw that when they look at me. I thought they just saw a Mom who cries when they get here to visit and cries when they leave.  The Mom they have to talk to at least once a week.  Now…the pressure is on and I love it.