I’ve had this post in my head for months now and I’m just working up the nerve to post it. You might have noticed a blogging break earlier this year. And you might have noticed a setting change. Maybe you even noticed that there were more posts involving my parents (Gigi and Grandpa).
The truth is, my husband and I separated. We were in a rough spot. Since he has to be in Alabama, I decided to leave and stay with my parents until we figured out the next step. They live in Arizona…and I drove there myself with 3 boys and as many of our belongings as I could fit. I cried through each state, at each “welcome to…” sign, and every night in the hotels. I felt broken and lost. The future I had imagined was vanishing before my eyes and I didn’t know what to do about it. Every mile we drove we were a mile away from that future, so it seemed.
We spent 4 months in Arizona and I learned a lot. I learned I am strong. I learned that I obsess over little things too much. I learned that I take my husband for granted sometimes and other times I need to stand up for myself better. I learned that it’s okay to fight and it’s okay to be wrong. The drive back to Alabama was no easier, though there was a lot less crying.
We’ve been back for 2 months now and things are better – much better.