I am not sure what I thought would come from posting a statement on why I was leaving my husband.
I did not expect the outpouring of support. I didn’t realize how many people I knew and cared about had gone through the same thing I am going through.
I feel blessed by this and even through this trudge through the mud, I feel lifted. I can feel the hands of my friends wrapping around my waist, whispering in my ear that I’m not alone.
For the first time in a long time, I feel good. Maybe I’m not supposed to, but I do. I feel better. There are still moments, don’t misunderstand me, where my gut is wrenched and I have to try to focus on something else to subtly ignore the pain I’m feeling. It may only fade with time, but I am working hard to focus on getting back to being me.
We are both lucky in that we hadn’t invested so much that we couldn’t step back and say we made a mistake. For that I am grateful. I am also so grateful for all of my friends who ignored my directive to not talk to me and called, texted, emailed or posted a message of concern, wisdom, encouragement or just love. I don’t have the words to express my gratitude, but this is my humble effort.