This Saturday, April 25th, 2020, it will be exactly 5 years since that horrendous Saturday morning, April 25th 2015, when my husband came downstairs as I was making his breakfast and announced our marriage was over.
I thought I was over it.
And then, this weekend something happened which brought me (temporarily) back to my knees.
I had hoped a good night’s sleep would help me put things in perspective, but it didn’t. So when I got up this morning, I wrote about it in my Morning Pages, hoping that would exorcise it… but all I did was stain the pages with tears. Continue reading