Enjoying a bit of downtime between Christmas and New Year I came across a post talking about this analogy;
December last year I wrote about eagerly anticipating 2017 – a fresh start – a new beginning and almost 10 months in it has been all that and more!
The girls and I have picked up the pieces from yet another disruptive period in our lives and not just ‘got by’ – we’ve thrived!
It’s over a year now since my “Independence Day”.
The end of the marriage occurring a lot earlier but the milestone of standing on my own two feet, and thriving worth noting.
I may not have all the material possessions he took with him or the money he promised but I have gained so much more.
Easter weekend saw me back at a tree in Cornwall Park almost two years since I sat at her feet and did some serious soul-searching.
And how things can change in two years!
Back then I was stuck in a hopeless situation torn between love and hate and betrayal and condemnation and judgment from the very people who claim to follow the epitome of love and grace and mercy.
So it’s Facebook official.
The awkward looking – bad angle photo of my husband sat waiting for a concert to begin with the women he was messaging when we were seeing if we could salvage our joke of a marriage.
A joke that took seven years to get to the punch line.
The man who came into my life on the cusp of Christmas 2008 determined to save me from myself.
Who desperately wanted to deliver me from the evils of sex and booze and adventure and fun.
Someone so disapproving of my wicked ways and hell-bent on transforming me into the God-fearing Sally Ally girls he lusted after from his past.