January 3, 2011

• So where does one begin … the past few weeks have been more than a roller coaster.  I would liken it to what being in the middle of the ocean at the height of a perfect storm.  Just when I thought things had calmed down and that smoother sailing was ahead, a rogue wave came out of the deep dark blue and has hit me broadside.

  The last of my marriage fully unravelled during the evening and early morning hours of December 23rd and 24th.  While I want more than anything to publicly, scathingly, hurtfully say exactly what happened, for etiquette reasons, I’m not going to.  Besides the fact that Paul is now in a world of hurt and there is nothing anyone can really do right now. Sadly it all could have been prevented.  Now instead of mourning the loss of my marriage, I now mourn the loss of a dear friendship.  The loss of a daddy to children.  Of a son to parents and brother.  And no matter how hurt I feel, I will heal sooner and very possibly easier than Paul will.

  I do ask for compassion for Paul.  There is no going back now.  I ask that he is able to seek and be open to the healing he needs to be able to move on in his life.  The real healing, starting with the stuff that really hurts.  Until that happens, I further mourn the loss of my friendship, my husband, the vision I once had for my family.

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